εκστασις: withdrawal of the
soul from the
body,
mystic or prophetic
trance (late Greek meaning--the word classically meant "insanity" or "bewilderment").
From the OED
Find a July
stawberry, a late strawberry, one that has not quite started to
ferment. Pick it. Eat it. Wait about 35 seconds. Pick a sprig of fresh
dill. Chase the strawberry with the dill. Ecstasy. This works best outside at dusk, while surrounded by June bugs and
lightning bugs. June bugs are impossibly large. Lightning bugs are just impossible.
I saw a large snapping turtle today. The eyes twinkled. I thought it would be frightened. It peered at me, then came closer to my kayak. It came within a foot, and would have come closer, but I am the one that paddled away. At least one of us was ecstatic.
Most of the writeups here focus on the chemical MDMA. The descriptions suggest that the name "ecstasy" may make sense for this drug. Seems a shame that ecstasy has been made a commodity. Dill, strawberries, and lightning bugs can be had for nothing. Next thing you know, folks will pay for tap water in bottles, water with exotic, meaningless names.
In the winter, wrapped under wool, hidden in my home, a home insulated with snow, my soul and my body wrestle with each other, each trying to climb within the other. No ecstasy in February in this hemisphere.
Now iridescent watermelon-shaped jellyfish have invaded our waters. Six-legged flying critters flash at night. Berries beg to be eaten, sweeter than anything I will find next February. Souls tend to wander away from bodies this time of year. The same words that seem too little to capture the energy buzzing on a July evening will seem extravagant when the nights grow long again.