As I was driving home yesterday after another long and draining day at work, I tuned into one of my favorite Sirius classical radio stations. There in my car, in the middle of traffic, I found myself transported.
I was at the symphony, in the same theatre that my husband and I used to attend on occasion. The orchestra looked so grand dressed in their finest formal clothes. I remembered the coziness of being in that theatre on a cold winter evening, I could picture the unique walls that were constructed to allow the best possible sound to be heard, I saw the burgundy seats, remembered the ushers in their black and white clothes. It was grand!
Suddenly, I found myself back in my car, my attention required as I changed lanes. Once I was back on track, my mind wandered again.
Listening to Mozart, this time I was in an English country home, in another time, listening to a young woman playing the harpsichord. There were no cell phones, no email, no TV new programs with bad news, just the pure pleasure of listening to music well played.
It’s an amazing thing that when you have travelled the same roads often, your mind is able to slip into neutral in a sense, and you’re able to take these journeys in your imagination. It used to concern me when I arrived at my destination with little recollection of chunks of the journey, but I’ve heard that it’s a common experience.
It doesn’t concern me any longer, I enjoy the opportunity to use my imagination to escape to a quieter place for a while.