An OPM classic I recently discovered. Sure, I’ve heard this song on the radio since I was a kid, but I’m only appreciating it now. I could listen to this all day because it instantly lifts me up and makes me happy. It’s one of my go-to pick-me-up songs.
Laguna is a place, but for me in this song, it’s more of a state of being. This song pulls me into the more philosophical and spiritual interpretation. Laguna being a state of spiritual enlightenment–when you’ve transcended the 3D plane, or at least, set it aside for a while to just enjoy the moment without getting stuck in the trappings of daily living that involves routines, responsibilities, chores, work, and bills. It doesn’t even matter where you are at the moment–you can be in a secluded shady spot by the beach, or in the midst of your quiet time alone in your own room. What matters is that you get to that place where there is peace and you feel connected to the Universe–one with everything around you. Then you get to rejuvenate and realign yourself so that when you’re finally ready to go back to the physical world again, you feel stronger–a better version of yourself who’s ready to face anything life throws at you.
She takes off her hat and kicks up small splashes amongst the waves. She inhales long breaths of the sea air, which clear her head. Possibly the ones observing her speculate then about the manner in which delight seems to overtake her and to fill her with the joy of anticipation. And are surprised as she is by her acceptance of her fate. For in the space of time it has taken to walk from the seawall to the sea, perhaps the distance of a hundred yards, she has passed from being a girl, with a child’s pent-up and nearly frenzied need to sweep away the rooms and cobwebs of her winter, to being a woman. — Fortune’s Rocks (Anita Shreve)
I imagine that might be a bit like how I welcomed the waves at sea, sans the part about discovering desire, of course. Mine’s more of recapturing that feeling of blissful freedom every time I reunite with the sea.
It was dark. Whatever bit of light we had came from artificial sources. Even the moon and the stars chose to conceal themselves. The sea was a huge rolling mass of darkness. I was hypnotized by the sound and sight of waves crashing on the shore; I just had to see it all up close. I picked up my slippers and walked to the shore slowly, tentatively, as if every imprint I left on the sand, every step mattered. I skirted dangerously close to the water’s edge, letting small waves lap at delicate feet. The water was very warm and inviting indeed; a contrast to the slightly chilly air. I was excited. A splish, a splash. I kicked my feet playfully, delighting in the feel of both water and sand caressing my feet. I could smell the salt in the air, every breath reinvigorating both body and soul. I was awestruck as I took it all in–the semi-darkness and the rough waves, both a magnificent and terrifying sight. I decided to flirt with danger and be a little adventurous. I ventured a little further, advancing as though I would brave every wave head on, and then retreating when it almost crashes to my knees. I pulled my dress up so it wouldn’t get wet. Then suddenly I felt it–that familiar feeling of pure bliss, as if all my inhibitions fled and I was left standing there for all the world to see–real and vulnerable. I waded a little, splashed a little, laughed and smiled a lot. I almost couldn’t contain it–this love affair with the sea.
In honor of a departed friend’s upcoming birthday, this post is a memory of an awesome day we had, 13 years ago. I originally posted this on my Livejournal blog.
Nov. 10, 2006 I was so excited to see Alyjane & Carla again after such a looong time. 🙂 Aly & I scoured both NBS and Powerbooks of Megamall and Shang before having lunch and we were later joined by Carla at the first Cine Europa screening of the day, “Karo and God Himself”.
This film was simply a joy to watch. Karo made me laugh with her stubborn determination in getting “God” to make her wish come true, and she almost moved me to tears as she learned a lot of valuable lessons and developed a pure friendship with him. Little Resi Reiner (Karo) was able to charm the audiences with her innocence, humor, and wit.
After Cine Europa, we went ice skating, which I haven’t done for 3 years. We were laughing at ourselves because we looked funny–3 child-like girls all giddy and giggly with their hands linked together. We remembered the first time we did this together, and the memory that stood out the most was of us slipping and falling and just laughing it off, not caring how silly we all looked as we were getting acquainted with our skating legs. I was back to 0 again since I forgot how to glide on ice without hogging the bars. But I still haven’t forgotten the mixed feelings of bliss, excitement, and fear when I’m learning how to skate. I was having so much fun, I didn’t notice that I already had bruises because of the tight skates. After I got home and I’ve already rested my bruised feet, I had a crazy realization that love is like learning how to skate on ice. It’s an experience that makes you feel excited and giddy, and your heart race faster. (The moment I was finally able to face my fear of falling by letting go of the bars and gliding on ice–incomparable. I felt like I was flying and that anything was possible.) Of course, there’s still that slight fear that you might slip or fall, but once you get the hang of it, you feel pure bliss–as if you’re light and soaring on air, oblivious to everything else. You will still fall and you will feel a bit embarassed, but you will muster all your strength to get up and start again, determined to make everything go smoothly and not to fall again. You will get bruises too but does that stop you from skating? Of course not. You do your best and hopefully you perfect it this time. But when do you finally stop? You stop when you’re so tired and your feet feels sore and every glide feels painful, or when you discover that you already have a lot of bruises from skating too hard. ❤
I grew up knowing José Feliciano’s version of Light My Fire was the original. We have a CD of oldies music I used to play every Sunday, and Light My Fire was one of my favorites. Then just a few years ago, I learned this was a cover version, and that the original was by the iconic rock group, The Doors. When I heard the original, it was confirmed without a doubt–José Feliciano’s version was still the best for me.
Sorry Jim Morrison and The Doors, but like José Feliciano’s cover version, slow and sweet wins my heart. ❤
Light My Fire was the first ever hit single by The Doors. It was released in 1967 and went on to become the band’s signature song and best-selling record. Riding on the success and popularity of the song, José Feliciano did a cover a year later. His was a truly inspired, jazzy version with a unique Latin flavor, a flute arrangement, and a seductive guitar riff showing off Feliciano’s fingering skills. I’m very partial to seductive and impeccable guitar riffs (That headbang-inducing electric guitar riff in Sweet Child O’Mine by Guns N’ Roses is still at the top of my list). I love listening to this with the volume almost cranked full, earphones in, and with my eyes closed. Yes. That’s the best way to savor Light My Fire.
Today was all about hip openers. It was a day of gentler and more fluid poses that made me more aware I have hips I could hold on to. I learned that the hips are directly linked to the sacral chakra, or svadhisthana in Sanskrit. It means, “one’s own dwelling”. And since lately, I’m also learning a lot about energies from a completely different and inspired educational source, I know what the sacral chakra is all about.
It is the center of desire, passion, emotions, sensuality, and creativity. Not gonna lie. I would love more of those in my life right now. I didn’t get to my 30’s without feeling desire at some point in my young life.
But more important than that of course, I see the sacral chakra as this sacred energy I can tap into to inspire me to move forward with my dreams and creative ideas. If this sacred dwelling is balanced, it can also extend outwards, and be the spark that drives one to embrace and explore life with more joy, pleasure, and open trust.
So, my biggest takeaway from this day of learning is…yes, please to balancing my sacral chakra. 🧡🧡🧡
P.S. Orange is the color associated with the sacral chakra.