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What is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen or heard?

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The sound of a large gong.
The resonance teleports me to a world that almost becomes a connection to a past life. My eyes were closed embracing the vibrations and saw myself sitting by river playing a flute and listening to my own song echo in sound's shadow off from the mountain range.

The gong brought about a very spiritual experience.
 
Way too many to narrow down into only two, but a couple that really stand out in my mind and heart are the first time I really looked at myself in the mirror after having shed over 100 lbs. worth of the wall I'd unintentionally built around myself with a lifetime of choices I'd been grossly misled to believe were "safe" and "necessary" for human consumption and such. Scarily beautiful, to me, and incredibly eye opening on so many levels.

One of the most beautiful sounds I remember hearing is the sound of all the different bird varieties that visit daily, along with the flow of the mountain stream. I had never previously taken the time to stop and purposefully enjoy each individual sound before, as my hurried state of trying to get from one external obligation to the next always trampled them out.
 
I did not share about the sound that blessed me the most. A few years back, there were some birds right outside my window in a nest in a bush there. The male sang love songs to his mate every morning all Spring and a lot of the Summer. To me that was a sound of love. I have heard them in the distance now for several other years, but it is not a wonderful as when they were right outside my bedroom window, being my clock and waking me gently and sweetly to their lovely song every morning.
 
A winding crystal clear creek while I was at a retreat in the Bighorn Mountains outside of Story, Wyoming is a place I consider beautiful. I sat for over in hour on a boulder in the sunshine listening to a slight breeze rustling the Aspen leaves, smelling the pine trees, and watching the light glittering off the water. I loved the sound of the water trickling over pebbles and remember a warm soft loving sense of peace settling in my soul. This place is the one I visualize when I need to calm my anxiety.
 
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