So I’m sitting here, having a few drinks and listening to music. And I just had to post a little random thought. Isn’t it strange how music can conjure emotional, visceral sensations, simply pulled from a memory? It makes me marvel at the brain even more than I already do. It makes me wonder at the actual biological processes that even cause a memory to occur, let alone its linkage to a sight, smell, or tactile feeling. It never ceases to put me in a state of awe.
I’m listening to “Can Anybody Hear Me?” by Meredith Andrews. And it puts me right back to the week I came home from the hospital…wandering the dark, rainy evening streets of my neighborhood alone night after night. It brings up so many mental pictures…so many feelings…the wetness of my jeans dragging in the puddles of spring rain…the gray cloudy sky swirling above me as I walk, causing punctured rays of light to shine on me in slivers…the feeling of understanding and ease when I sat, doing puzzles with Andrew (a fellow inpatient) and just talking…the feeling of hope for better days and recovery…all of these things swirl into one giant mélange that there are no real words to describe. I just sit now, immersed in it all, experiencing it all again as I listen closely to the tune, smiling at its comforting familiarity, and the memories that it takes me to.
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