Reawakening

I can feel again.

Moreover, I can feel more than I have been able to in a long time.

Years actually.

It has been an introspective reunion that was long overdue, and a sensation nearly lost to me completely.

I have been in a coma, a wake-less slumber where emotion and creativity eluded my thoughts. Where routine dominated my existence, its bleak and unfulfilling monotony nearly consumed me.

Then I unplugged from the grid.

The long forgotten began to return….slow….tentative…cautious. Its hesitance akin to testing the temperature of the water by tipping a toe beneath the surface. Like reacquiring sensation in a limb that had been marred by tragedy, I began to experience feeling from within once again.

It came with slumber, with laughter and with healing. It strengthened with love and being loved in return. I can remember what contentment in the moment feels like, what being relaxed in the moment feels like, and what being creative in the moment feels like.

I have slowly returned to my long list of pleasure reading, set aside long ago due to academic commitments. My impulse for creating artwork is returning in waves; each opportunity washing over me; cleansing me of the melancholy that existed.

It is slow.

It is imperfect.

It is a double-edged sword.

It is worth it.

To feel again.