My psychologist talked me through the candle meditation, and promised it would work to renew my focus and relieve my stress. She spoke in a hushed, low voice, “Now stare at the flickering light and let it absorb into your third eye. Take ten deep breaths and keep your intent on the flame. When you close your eyes, you should still be be able to see the image in your mind. Hold it as long as you can and when it fades open your eyes again, feeling refreshed and focused.
I did as she said and she was right! I could see the flame in my mind. I felt relaxed and calm as I honed in and held it in my mind’s eye. But when I opened my eyes, something was horribly wrong. I could not see anything else but thousands upon thousands of flames, reaching into the endless dark.
I screamed and reached out my hands towards the space were she’d been, as the doctor laughed psychotically, closing the door behind her…
Author’s Note:When I first moved to Victoria, I was somewhat confused (and amused) by the passionate, unwavering loyalty for a person’s AFL team. 17 years on I still find it perplexing but have gotten used to it! On Sunday, my beloved husband was watching Collingwood play Adelaide when the final siren sounded, resulting in a draw. I was amazed to see an entire stadium full of people sitting there, in stunned silence. There were no cheers, no team song, no congratulations, no relief – they almost treated it like a loss! Ahhh, footy. Will I ever understand thee?!?