it’s like a hug from bob ross

gray and black artwork
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That brush on the canvas as his voice trickles out

Like a smearing of treacle or ointment to soothe

When the day has burnt through to the grazed beating heart

And all that you need is a moment that hugs

You close to its chest. And those happiest trees

And the gloss of a lake, will sail you away

To a place free from stresses, and humans that ask

Too much of you, when you’re drained to the hilt.

You’ll fall in the darkness, that swirls round the easel

And if you emerge, then you’ll be a better person,

So climb in the boat and row to the shore

Where the sun never sets and that voice is the cure.

I very often find myself getting sucked into an episode of Bob Ross painting. I know that he has a bit of a cult following and is known for being great at relaxing stressed out minds, a little bit like ASMR videos do.

If you haven’t watched Bob Ross or any ASMR then you really need to have a look at them. I discovered ASMR when I was really stressed and quite ill back in 2017. It seems a bit creepy to start with, but if you are one of the people who get the ‘tingles’, you will be absolutely hooked.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been really sensitive to sound and so these kinds of things really ‘work’ for me. I once went to a class where you had a sound bath and I found it the most amazing experience ever.

It sounded kind of weird that we just had to lie on the floor and listen to some women as she made a metal bowl make a singing noise. But OMG it felt like I’d eaten a funny mushroom.

I think sound is the ultimate way to unwind and Bob Ross is one of my favourites. Go have a look at his videos right this instant!

Much Love

Rachel xx

my rain

My rain is here and there,

Not just the gentle pitter patter that

I came to know when young,

The kind that speckled classroom windows

On September afternoons

Drab with cold and heavy with expectancy

For mothers to collect and feed

When bells rang out so shrill and loud.

But then there’s also rain from there

In Africa where womanhood took hold.

The heavy lashing at the panes

Of shacks set on the side of fields

That wafted through the scent

Of citrus fruits on air so thick

I felt quite nourished by my breath.

Two very different types of rain

But both have brought me comfort here,

The volume changed to suit the time,

The rhythmic tapping keeps me dancing

Through the years that passed me by.

I needed a prompt today so I visited dVerse Poets for a bit of inspiration. The prompt was ‘give me your rain’. I thought hard about this and realised that the sound of rain has shaped certain parts of my life.

I grew up in the UK and knew that light rain that came with our grey skies. It is familiar and reminds me of childhood and my time at school.

Then I moved to Africa just as I was becoming an adult and the tropical storms were the soundtrack to that tumultuous part of my life. I can still close my eyes and remember how I felt as the rain pounded the windows each afternoon as the heavens opened.

Our emotions are very closely tied up with our senses and the rain brings so many of our senses into play, so it makes sense that the sound of it can make our hearts beat a bit faster. I guess it’s a reason why some of us are so affected by ASMR. I love nothing more than sitting with my book and listening to the Hogwarts library ASMR videos. To me, that is bliss.

And the sound of rain on the window will remind me of the good and the bad times in life and that ebb and flow is what makes life so perfectly rich and exciting. So that’s my rain, what’s yours?

Much Love

Rachel xx

Original prompt found here