Still seeing in the dark.

 Soft Orange After the Storm The orange is still here, but it’s softer now. Very different from the deep, intense red that stayed with me all day yesterday. That color felt strong, heavy, and hard to sit with. Today feels calmer. There are still golden floaters, but only a few — quiet, light, and barely there. The intensity has eased, but I can feel the exhaustion that comes after a long sensory storm. Even when the experience changes for the better, my mind and body still need time to rest and recover. Sometimes the biggest relief isn’t a completely new color. Sometimes it’s the same color, just softer. And today, soft is enough.

When My Colors Changed For a while, I found myself wishing my colors would change. Day after day, the same tones stayed with me, and even though they were beautiful, I began to feel tired of seeing the same thing over and over again. I kept hoping my other colors would get a chance to speak. So instead of fighting what I was experiencing, I tried something different. I relaxed. I let my mind become calm. I breathed. And I began to gently imagine other colors — not forcing them, not demanding them — just inviting them. And then something beautiful happened. As I slept, my inner world opened into a peaceful nighttime sky. There was a soft green glow, like a gentle moon lighting up the darkness. Around it were tiny sparkling yellow stars, shining quietly and calmly. Then the scene began to change. The green night slowly transformed into a warm evening sky — deep orange with hints of brown. Above it was a darker orange-brown sky, rich and calm, like the end of a peaceful day. Golden and or...

The Gift of Music: A World That Always Changes After a day of seeing the same color over and over again, I’m reminded of something that never stays the same — music. One of the things I appreciate most about music is the variety. There is always something new to experience. A different rhythm. A different voice. A different feeling. A different story. When my inner world feels repetitive, music opens a door. I am totally blind, but music allows me to experience movement, color, emotion, and energy in ways that are always changing. One song can feel calm and peaceful. Another can feel powerful and bold. Some music makes me reflect. Some makes me smile. Some lifts my spirit when I need it most. That’s what I love about it — music never gets stuck. There is always another genre to explore. Another artist to discover. Another sound that touches the heart in a new way. Music gives me variety when my sensory world feels the same.   It gives me freedom when my environment feels limited. ...

 Still Seeing Red It has been a long time since I’ve written here, but today feels like the right day to come back. All day long, from the moment I woke up this morning until now, my inner world has been filled with the same color — bright, glowing red. It hasn’t faded. It hasn’t shifted. It’s still here. I am totally blind, but my sensory world is very active. I experience colors, light patterns, and movement internally. Many people think blindness means darkness, but for me, my inner vision is alive and constantly changing. Today, though, there has been no change. Just red. At first, it was beautiful — strong, vibrant, and glowing. But as the hours passed, I began to feel something unexpected. I started feeling tired of seeing the same color over and over again. I found myself wishing for variety. I caught myself thinking: Can another color come through?   Can something new take its place?   Can the red step back and give the other colors a turn? This experience reminde...