I am happy March is here and with it [slightly] warmer weather. I can get out of the house and take longer walks. The strange thing that keeps happening is I’m noticing strange deja vu-esque feelings elicited by temperatures, a breeze, the smell of the ground thawing, the angle of the light. Hmmm. I really don’t know what’s causing it, but a feeling arises in my body and my memory identifies with the feeling.
I bring in Harry Palmer’s tool “This is weird.” I say it and I am able to keep a separate point-of-view while I let the feeling drift through my body. Keeping a separate point-of-view keeps me out of the creation — not completely, but enough to avoid overwhelm. I’d say I’m whelmed. The nostalgia and the longing trips the time travel trigger, and I’m back nearly forty years and I feel like I’m back in central California, driving toward San Luis Obispo from King City. Other times I’m different places, different times, but in those moments they are real.
I wonder then how the firing in my brain causes this or what sensation in my body triggered the firing. Does the order matter? It’s a fascination for me how this works mechanically. Almost as fascinating as the memories themselves.