As I shared previously, journals of mine very loosely outline the time I have no recollection of. The 1.5 years I lived in SanFrancisco, directly proceeding my critical Traumatic Brain Injury incurrence, is the pinnacle time-frame that I lack recollection of. Amidst the first decade of my recovery, I had 0 memory of living in SanFrancisco what-so-ever. Now, uniquely, flashes arise at times when I encounter something that sparks a disclosure of times past, alike journals of mine.
These journals rekindle memories, 2 fold: the journal’s contents as well as viewing the journal itself + my hand-writing within. These visuals very often spark memory reclamation upon initial viewing. Specifically, instances are visually evoked of me composing notes in a notebook (alike the 1 I’m referencing) atop my bed and similarly, at my desk in San Francisco.
1 of said journals that I located within my things, was clearly composed just before my attendance of the Sanctuary mindfulness retreat. The timing of composure is made clear therein, by an outline of preparations for attendance of the Sanctuary: a check list of things to do in advance & another list of things to pack.
Next is a description specifically outlining components of my attendance there (clearly composed upon arrival). Just after, are notes taken while in class at the Sanctuary. These notes outline yogic/mindfulness wisdom which was clearly imparted. A bit of the aforementioned contents describe the 4 schools of yoga (Karma, Gwana, Bhakti, Raja) as well as an outline of the 8 limbs of yoga.
I was so pleased to discover this journal! The components described above add to the near total hole in my recollection of the Sanctuary. Most pinnacly for me, is the truth that it speaks to, of why I passionately chose to drive that fateful day. Indeed, just as I, as well as close friends of mine assumed, deep desire incited my choice to drive. A line (visible within the snapshot above) coneys my deep reverence for attending the Sanctuary: “I’m in love with this life”.
Following that proclamation lay a list of months I was considering staying at the Sanctuary. Next lay the articulated question of how I’d manage my room in SanFrancisco. This articulation speaks to my aim of gaining cell-phone reception amidst running the precarious errand turned disability.