Notes From the Ether

Reviving my Substack. Yet again.

The ether. The ancient Greeks refer to it as a god-like element, a substance that allows humans to connect to spirituality and intuition. Ancient yogis defined it as all-pervasive, the synergy of all elements. The Latin root of it means the upper pure, bright air. The dictionary literally defines it as the clear sky; the upper regions of air beyond the clouds.

I call it the sacred realm where everything comes from and goes back to. It’s where I like to believe my grandmother’s spirit went, where our ancestors are, where the gods watch us from, where future babies pass through, a portal to other dimensions and worlds, where we get our ideas and creativity from, where we go to right before sleep, during sleep, where we dream. You get the idea. Many different religions have various names for it, but I just called it the all-encompassing and unbounded ether. It is emptiness and everything all at once. And at times, when I need it the most (and even sometimes when I don’t want to hear it), I get messages from there. Good thing I’m a writer and I often take notes.

That said, I missed having a writing home in the digital matrix. One where I can share my existential ramblings, stream of consciousness babbles, rants on social and political issues, and many other things that either live in my mind or just need to move through me. I’m not sure exactly how this space will turn out, likely an amalgam of all that, with some random thoughts, musings, meditations, maybe even some audio poetry, essays, or a literary podcast? I’ve been wanting to do the latter for a while now. Oh, the possibilities. We’ll figure it out as we go.

And so, to everything and nothing, all at once.

x

Steph