An influencer in the nineties
Nov 20, 2019
In 1995 - I was sixteen - I lived with my family in a typical Dutch house. One with three storeys. My mother - sweetheart as she is - ironed the family laundry on the second floor on Wednesday evenings.
All of a sudden, on a perfectly normal Wednesday night in 1995, she had had enough of it.
Not of the ironing part. Let's say that the ironing itself was a self-proclaimed zen moment.
But of the music.
My room - a beautiful sea green coloured oasis of peace decorated as if it was Laura Ashley herself but with some dissonant posters on the wall from Pearl Jam and Nirvana - was on the first floor. Often, I played my favourite song back then, "Losing my religion" by R.E.M. My father's study was diagonally opposite mine. My father loved classical music and preferably at a somewhat higher volume. My brother almost religiously played his music from the top floor and those notes rushed down the stairs into mothers ears.
All these different types of music made her go crazy.
Her self proclaimed zen moment became a very stressful one being in that mix of R.E.M, Lenny Kravitz and Mozart.
This is what actually happened.
The whole family was in its own space. Three of them liked to play their own music. Loud. (I will come across that 'own' by the way, it is another story in itself) and one of us was all undergoing this energy.
Until she said "No."
All music is vibration. Without asking, it all comes in into your own physical and energetic system. In the case of my mother it came into her system by "Come as you are", "Let love rule" and "Die Zauberflaute".
And that crossed a border. Her limit.
Ironing supposed to be her weekly zen moment. All those music vibrations made her feel like a storm pole on the beach Schevingen with wind force 10.
Not alright. That is why we could choose. Softer ... or off.
Wednesday evenings became normal again.
And my mother an "influencer" in the pre-Youtube, pre-social media and very analogue era.
She set her boundary. Gracefully And Fierce.
And you my darling Tita, don't have to undergo all those stimuli during the day. I cover that subject in my 6 month program on your sensational senses.
I still miss it, by the way.
That your mom does the laundry for you.
Those were the days.
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