The Silent Tea Party

His was the only other bright Orange hat worn at the retreat, high in the mountains of Shelburne Falls, Massachusetts, over the Christmas/New Year holiday, in December of 2019. 

Whenever I’d find myself face-planted at the root of an icy log, I’d hurry back to my feet in frigid recollection of my temperature-sensitive senses and I would see Sam; omnipresent, somewhere off in the distance. 

Sam’s energetic residence lead with loud silence and still beat. His currency was felt through the Crown Chakra, where our higher selves link with our soul’s appetite for universal Oneness, in a way only those who’ve transcended the subconscious ego are able to emit.

It wasn’t about an experience foreign to me or wanting to be like anyone else. I wanted to reach whatever that kid had reached . . . From the outside looking in, everything about his meditative process was exactly what I had run so far away from home to achieve. 

The color of his hat made Sam’s presence off in the distance an intentional reminder; Peace was only off in the distance when I sought to procure it as something outside of myself and external to me. 

The only way to insure my own nonmaterial opening would be through the door of my own consciousness. Not by wondering how somebody else reached it in theirs. 

With his sincere ability to simply be in whatever moment he found himself, Sam’s presence shone bright like an exit sign on the highway, as I was lost, driving blind in desperate need of fuel to make it home. 

A distraction became a reminder, the Orange hat I was so focused on somewhere off in the distance was right here, on top of my head too. The mental-emotional freedom I so believed he had found was sacred within me as well. 

Orange has become a creative archetype, represented by the Orange brain in my Black Body Portrait paintings. 

Life is represented by everything else.

 

Vidale Barsir
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