Easter Saturday Edition (No. Not a Newsletter. Definitely Not a Backstory.) ⸻ I lost a few followers yesterday, so I thought I’d better tread carefully today. No big statements. No psychic undressing. Just something light. Something gentle. Something like… a person emerging from five days in darkness, peeling off a blackout mask, whispering, “the light is… so… light.” Now – side note – I’ve been quietly preoccupied with Sky Cave Retreats. The idea of five days in darkness. No light, no phone, no escape. I follow them. I watch the videos. They’re all variations on a theme: someone removes the blackout mask. They squint. They look away. They look again. Sometimes there are tears. Sometimes joy. A kind of return.
And every time I wonder: Can I go? Will I get a risotto? Does someone run the bath? Can you leave if you want to? And – what’s the view?
Because they all seem to have had a profound experience. And I do wonder if it’s the darkness – or if it’s just an incredible view. Could I just go and see the view?
They say: “I met my body for the first time.” And I believe them.
But I still have questions. Like: what happens if you sneeze and knock your mask off? Is that failure? Is someone watching? Is it still sacred if you accidentally saw the hallway? But these are questions for another time.
It’s not a day of light. It’s not Easter. It’s Easter Saturday – that strange in-between space. Not the moment of resurrection, not the crucifixion either. It’s the waiting. The hot cross bun and candle day. The bath-is-being-run-but-you’re-not-there-yet energy.
P.S. I’ve included the link to Sky Cave Retreats in case you’re as preoccupied as I am. There’s something about watching people emerge from darkness that feels strangely aligned. Even if you’re not quite ready to unmake yourself completely, the videos are oddly soothing.