A Telling Start

A sweltering heat wave, clouds comprised of absenteeism, and a sky that couldn’t turn off its cerulean smile – it was Easter Monday here in Nassau, the capital of The Bahamas. And all the atmospheric algorithms seemed to be in place to accommodate the auspiciousness of today.

Unfortunately for me, today felt like a cheesy re-run of most holidays here. There was hardly ever anything I considered exciting to do during the Easter season. Sure, I could’ve went to one of several over-populated beaches, but the heat at home had already maxed-out my tolerance for that idea.

Additionally, my qualm with today stemmed from the fact that I felt blocked creatively. You see, I hadn’t written anything substantial in the past month. Recovering my surgery did create some drawbacks, however this kind of artistic stagnation felt as though it bordered far beyond the physical realm.

Congested by the congregation of kin, I found myself lying haphazardly across my bed, agonizing over the sting of being stuck here financially on E. “Well F THIS!”, I thought to myself. G, I wanted nothing more than to disappear for a few hours, and rightfully leave this day in the annals of time.

While I continued reflecting on my scattered, Easter state, my cellphone vibrates. The lavender light blinked, indicating that I had a new WhatsApp message – wonder who it was this time? Unlocking my device stoically, I crack a grin when I realized the message came from my best friend Mia.

She wanted to go out to grab a sandwich and wanted to know if I was free to accompany her. I mull her offer over in my mind for a few moments, just for the sake of formality. I knew damn well I’d say yes.

(And to be honest with you, had she said she was going to feed some seagulls down at the pier or count sticks at the park, I was game. Anything was better than staying home another Easter and listening to the fodder emanating from the outside.)

The Rhyming Middle (Part 1)

Coming from the drive-thru, gorging on the sandwiches of fast food, Mia and I knew that these foods won’t distill today’s mood. Holidays for us were typically boring, probably because we were never ones to go out gallivanting and whoring.

They presented themselves as days worthy of forgetting, days filled with decisions we most likely won’t be regretting. Re-entering the village, we head back to my place – a vast, divisive, melancholic landscape. After activating the tumblers that open my front bedroom door, we collapse on my mattress absorbing the full extent of today’s bore.

Once again gyrating its body, my phone informs me of a new text. Considering it was another WhatsApp message, I didn’t know what would happen next. I open it reluctantly at first, but to my pleasant surprise, a message from my COOZAN (cousin) Marsha sat boldly before my eyes. “Come over”, it read with undertones of excitement. Maybe it’d be enough to stop me from giving this holiday an indictment.

So we mozied next door to greet Marsha and her boyfriend Chase, not knowing that in the next few hours we’d be gone without a trace. Little cousin May entered the mix and brought the body count up to five. Now seemed to be the perfect time to broadcast the plan live. I had scheduled for a later date, but today was slow burning. Besides, I needed an escape; I was practically yearning.

With 2 stable bodies and 3 willing partakers, we were more than prepared to meet our makers. We spliced on that which will remain without mention, preparing our minds for cosmic ascension. Hours had passed and my expectations went flaccid. The elements? Purghaps already dissolved in my stomach acid. Everything was still standard, reality’s same old, visual ruse. Maybe more music would help me connect with the muse?

The Rhyming Middle (Part 2)

Headphones now blaring some of my favorite songs, I feel a triad of body tingles coming along. The base of spine resonated with time. The feeling had a similar nexus with my solar plexus. And with my noggin to the wall, me laying flat in the bed, the same feeling emerged at the crown of my head. Something was on the brink of being, this much I knew without a doubt. But I didn’t know if its imminence would make me laugh, cry, or shout.

Nodding and swaying, I continuously pendulummed to the beat. As time pressed on, moving at normal speed became more and more of a feat. Closing my eyes, I felt myself feeding off the musical speaker. Soon enough, the lyrics and melody pulled me into the ether. So there I was, a mass of energy, floating in a space of white, violet, and pink. As I saw the figure before me, I did not know what to think.

There you were my maternal creator, draped in love and vibrant light. When we danced our auras merged; you embraced me ever so tight. I felt oneness, peace, all your love, and the assurance of my worth. Undoubtedly, this was the beginning of an universal rebirth.

I return to reality ever too soon, my emotions running wild like a watery monsoon. Tears evacuating my eyes like residents would a building ablaze. Missing out on this experience was a bullet I gladly didn’t graze. I’m comforted by those around me, validating my reaction. Their warmth and acceptance gave me immeasurable satisfaction.

As the night galloped on, everything became much lighter. Chakras of yellow and red painted the entire scene brighter. My headphones were put away and we were all ‘baahing’ like sheep. We were just waiting on comatose to lull us into a good night’s sleep.

Closing

A sweetly cooling breeze, stars bursting with serenity, and a moonlit sky that shined with the promises of greater days ahead – it was Easter Monday here in Nassau, the capital of The Bahamas. And all the atmospheric algorithms were in place for one of the best sleeps of my lifetime. Oh how I love the holidays.

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