Posted by: hersonoluminescence | July 23, 2013

Opia, Rigor Samsa and Eye contact.

I admire people who can make eye contact during conversation…for the whole duration of the conversation. I especially admire those who know when to look away at the right time, when to glance up, to the side, down. When to make expressions.
I, for one, am not one of these people. I look down, away, and often miss important facial cues while I’m awkwardly avoiding eye contact. However, I’m now a master at picking up on tones, inflections and pitches in someones voice. Trying to practise making eye contact more often is almost more awkward then not doing it at all. 
But I know I’m missing out. Eyes are windows to the soul, almost like a physical manifestation of raw being. So many expressions we have so few words for, or no words for, can be expressed through the eyes. They’re also, to me, the most beautiful part of the human body. 
It’s interesting to me though, analyzing the feelings that come through when you make eye contact with someone. That alone seems bewildering, that what seems like the most simplest forms of connection can bring about waves and waves of emotions, innermost feelings, and unexplainable physical sensations. That, and it varies from person to person too, from friend to stranger to lover. 

I love the following words, especially Opia, I hope you enjoy them too and they give you some thoughts 🙂 Are you someone who makes eye contact effortlessly or someone who simply can’t bear it for longer then a nanosecond? Why do you think that is? 

I think having a strong Rigor Samsa could be the key to controlling your emotions/flaring sensations while making eye contact, if its something that is difficult for you. If it’s not, then perhaps your Rigor Samsa is as strong and flexible as it needs to be 🙂

See? Words can be so much fun!

Opia
n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable—their pupils glittering, bottomless and opaque—as if you were peering through a hole in the door of a house, able to tell that there’s someone standing there, but unable to tell if you’re looking in or looking out.

Rigor Samsa
n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated emotional structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.

Posted by: hersonoluminescence | July 17, 2013

Yugen, Adronitis, and the small things

We all have a story. Well, in most cases these days we often times have many stories.

Each of us shares them in our own good time, and in our own unique way. Some of us come right out with it, an explosion of honesty just to get it out of the way.
Sometimes we make that story into our identity. Hardships can consume the soul, and not expressing pain is almost as bad as experiencing it. Other times we explode because we only get to really talk about it when we meet someone new. We hide it away until then, until we are prompted, and then there’s no stopping the water once it’s flooded through the cracks.
But then, there are those of us who never, ever speak of our stories. We keep it locked away and have long since melted the key down and filled the keyhole forever. Devising ways to side step it a constant, difficult task. It’s a different kind of expression, one which insinuates constantly that there is more to us then anyone could ever know. And that gives us a small sense of control over what may have otherwise once been a situation entirely out of our hands.

It’s a wonder to me that any of us make it through this world at all, with what insanity some people go through. But if we don’t give up, we find a way. Always.
Life is insistent, persistent and consistent. Our stories, I believe, are meant to be shared with others so as to remind us we are all in it together. That even though my story, her story, his story may not be similar in the details to yours, it’s enough to know we all have one. That alone is what can bring us together.

I want to share two words today. They brought to mind a lot of interesting thoughts, especially when they are connected and looked at together rather then separately.
I rarely look at people the same way anymore. Something in my perception has changed, and I’d say it’s for the better, if not a bit overwhelming to me sometimes.

But… you’re not just a passing stranger to me, or a totally random like or comment, you’re not just a shadow in the corner of my eye. You never go unappreciated. You’re a real, breathing, living soul with a vast memory of countless experiences, many of which I may never know. You have a depth to you, a color, a shade and a brilliant strength. I recognize it, I connect with it, even if I don’t truly know… it’s enough to understand it’s there. You exist.

Your uniqueness is so beautiful how could I not want to pay at least a small bit of attention to the details I can see? If it’s just the color of your shoes or the style of your hair, the indifference you show to life or the aggresive way you pursue it, the way you spell your name or how you pronounce a new word, it is undeniably a piece of you that I hadn’t known before you appeared in my path, however minor it may seem on the surface.
I can’t express how much I love the unique aspects of us all, that the very idea of it is enough to knock me over and bring me to tears.

I’m not sure I’m entirely alone in this, however I’m quite sure it’s not a common thought to have. Or a common reaction. But I think it’s important to be aware.
I urge you to remember a few small things the next time you come across a stranger. There is no one like that person. There is no one with the same mannerisms, memories, or stories. You just came across an entirely unique individual that you’ll never cross paths with again.
Call me a crazy romantic, lunatic or just plain strange. I mean, you’re right, so it’s entirely fair.
But I, with all the tragedies of this world, rejoice in the small things. The smallest, tiniest, nearly invisible things…I feel they can often be the most humbling and definitely they can prove to be the most important.

I hope the following words bring to mind a few interesting thoughts, and of course I’d love it if you commented below, or liked this post. Many thanks.

And if you haven’t gone to this site yet, please do! It’s a whole world of treasures, and a great place to go to if you’re looking for inspiration on any number of things. Be it poetry, blog topics, article ideas, art, whatever it is, I’m positive you’ll find something.

http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com


Yugen
– The subtle and the profound.
– A profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe… and the sad beauty of human suffering.
– Yugen is to watch the sun sink behind a flower-clad hill, to wander on and on in a huge forest without thought of return, to stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind distant islands, to contemplate the flight of wild geese seen and lost among the clouds.

Adronitis
– Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone—spending the first few weeks chatting in their psychological entryway, with each subsequent conversation like entering a different anteroom, each a little closer to the center of the house—wishing instead that you could start there and work your way out, exchanging your deepest secrets first, before easing into casualness, until you’ve built up enough mystery over the years to ask them where they’re from, and what they do for a living.

I came across Adronitis on dictionaryofobscuresorrows, but Yugen I came across fleetingly somewhere on facebook a long time ago, and after much searching I never found the original post, so instead I added definitions from a few sources to try and get the idea across.

Posted by: hersonoluminescence | July 14, 2013

Gnossienne

Hello voracious reader of yet–to-be-popular-totally-unheard-of blogs, welcome to the awkwardness of My Second Post Ever.

Now, if there’s a specific word for someone new to blogging, that’s me.
But you know what they say, “practise, practise, practise!” “Live or die trying” “How do you know you don’t like it if you’ve never tried it?”…and all sorts of things to get you motivated.

Finally though, the fear of getting started and taking the first step is slowly dissipating so here we go… diving face first into the crazy, relentless, chaotic waters of the Internet hoping I remember how to tread water when comments and likes are scarce. Or drown in my own lonely sorrow with not a single follower to lift my waterlogged spirits into writing a new post…
No pressure.
Lol.

Now then. To get into the habit of blogging regularly I’ve decided to start by promoting/sharing/divulging one passion of mine at a time. However, I have too many to count. I’m in love with everything. Everything. This will take lifetimes.

Luckily for you, I also get bored faster then the speed of light so I’ll be switching it up from one topic/passion/interest/curiousity to another sporadically and without warning frequently enough YOU don’t develop such habits towards my blog…hopefully.

But we all have to start somewhere. So first off, I will share with you some of my favorite words. Hopefully a new word everyday, if things go well, perhaps more then one. These will be words you wouldn’t normally come across in every day conversation or the average novel. The idea that a single word can have such a profound, complex, often times obscure and unusual meaning is too fun to pass up. So I have started a vague, unorganized collection of them; if you would like to add to that collection please share your treasures in the comments, I will adore you forever.

I got the definition below from an AMAZING site I highly recommend you check out:
http://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com

Gnossienne.

n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand.
~

I love the implications of this word. It inspires me on all sorts of levels, bringing to mind secretive character ideas, mysterious plot twists and curious poem titles. The metaphorical uses of this word are fun to ponder and nearly endless.
It’s also quite refreshing to say, although I haven’t managed to include it in daily conversation…yet.

Also, once I get more settled and organized I plan to include a poem for every new word I post, to add some challenge to my daily writing exercises, so keep an eye out for that.

Posted by: hersonoluminescence | July 13, 2013

Sonoluminescent Shrimp

Sonoluminescence is when short bursts of light are created by sound.
When a spark of brilliance is emitted from pure vibration.
Silent illumination from finely tuned frequencies.

And on a much less poetic note… Mantis Shrimp ❤ Gotta love those adorable little monsters. Please go look them up.
It’s an incredible phenomenon. And to an avid fan of unusual words with complex definitions… it’s perfect.

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