Yes and when it does I look for salt shaker on the bar in the pub, open the lid and make a salt circle around my feet, ask for some garlic bread and hang that around my neck and prey that I havenāt been cursed. Because knowing myself it is more of an abnominaly than the actual thing and that I am not delusional.
I think that there is a lot of mental and physical capacity that we are not using. We all have heard stores of people who were able to perform extraordinary feats when required to do so by circumstances.
I have heard it being referred to as ābeing in the zoneā or some such expression. I used to practice the classical guitar for hours every day. Without any special effort or decision on my part, I would often slip into a period of time when I was able to play especially well and without much effort. I have also had this experience when I was hiking in the mountains. Suddendly, I would become aware that I had entered into a different way of experiencing reality. I felt as if I was almost floating instead of plodding up the mountain trail, which was my normal experience. I sure wish that I knew how to simply turn-on those moments.
But several people here have a sense of humor that is a bit dark and cynical. Itās like you have translate everything they say. Just shift everything over a few notches. āThat stunkā means it was OK, āThat was OKā means it was pretty good, and āthat was pretty goodā means it was off the scale fantastic.
Now Iām curious-- Iām going to do a search on āblissā and see what comes upā¦
This has always happened to me, throughout decades of playing on a variety of instruments. Some days Iām completely inept, usually mediocre, and occasionally inspired. It was for this reason that I opted early on to avoid most performance situations, and concentrate on informal music-making with friends. Iāve never regretted that decision.
Thatās because love doesnāt necessarily equal bliss. Right?
Thereās an old story about a musician who was offered by the fairies the choice to either have his music please himself, or please others. He opted for the first, and was most pleased indeed. But in his case that wasnāt enough because he found soon enough that, while he wanted to spread the joy as well, per the fairiesā decree it wasnāt happening. No one else was interested; his choice was, in the end, a sterile one for him. He contacted the fairies and asked if he could switch his choice. The wish was granted; people loved his music, but he himself was never satisfied ever again.
The above story isnāt necessarily about right or wrong reasons for playing. Itās merely about choices and the ironies that so often balance them out. For the record, I fall within neither of the storyās categories.
BTW a search on Denny / bliss or enthusiasm or happy yielded no hits on either the Flute or whistle forum. Denny /good / whistle forum gave me:
Sorry, this week Iām supposed to be painting the upstairs room. Hopefully, the paint will be in a state of flow but I am having no bliss or enthusiasm. However I am good at procrastinating. Itās rather like being dragged into an arena to fight a battle to the deathā¦
Over the years Iāve noticed that I get a lift of euphoria shortly before I go down with some squamous bug or infection. It also seems to be that the degree of euphoria is proportional to the misery induced by the infection.
Iāve learned to mistrust the euphoria. At the moment the rest of the family is stricken by some horrible germ or virus. Two days ago I got a sudden lift of euphoria which I suppressed. The impression I have is that opening your system to the euphoria also opens your system to the invading bug. So far I havenāt come down with the bug. Watch this space.