Birds songs lifted me into a 1/2 sleep 1/2 wake state, which prompted a waking dream/memory, from the time of my life I have no remembrance of.
Where could a memory of gaining consciousness amidst melodies composed of tweets arise from afterall? The mindfulness Sanctuary. Attendees slept in yurts amidst rolling hills, where I’m sure there were ample birds which we could hear well. Given that auditory interference was minimal, as we were far from cities of any size, my reasoning is sound.
Substantiation lies in the reality that for 10 years (my entire adult life, prior to incurring the critical TBI) I was infatuated with cities and therefore solely inhibited them. Resultantly, I greatly suspect that I rarely heard bird songs (particularly because, during those years, I predominantly lived on Capitol Hill (where Seattle University, the college I attended, lies). Once graduating I stayed because I adored that neighborhood, pre-gentrification, that is. Birdsongs aren’t audible there in the slightest. What is much more likely to be audible, are the sound of bums rifling through trash cans in search of food…
Further confirmation that the memory of enjoying bird songs upon awaking was offered to me by my shrouded memories of the Sanctuary: The annoyance and resulting confusion, my barely conscious self felt, as I simultaneously heard the traffic below. Considering we were in the Northern Californian hills when at the Sanctuary, and conversely, for the 10 years before that, I was a city dweller, my still largely asleep mind thought: where am I?!? The birdsongs made me feel very at ease, as this felt familiar: remembrance of a peaceful past. The traffic felt familiar as well, but it conversely threatened to disrupt the previously promised peacefulness!
This traffic interference is due to the reality that I’m inhabiting Seattle once again. This memory arising for me, sparked my longing once again (this longing hasn’t largely disapated, it’s simply been overlayed by current experiences) to return to my adult home of Northern California.
That being said, currently, I am greatly looking forward to Tese, Emily & my trip to Guatemala soon! We’ll attend the yoga forest in Guatemala. 1 of the attendees from the Sanctuary, which I attended 9 years ago, where I incurred my critical TBI while driving, will be there as well. That’ll certainly be a treat!