Update – Found this: Extremely heavy rainfall hits Spain – hit by heaviest April rain since 1946
April hasn’t been kind to the South of Spain.
It’s been battered by high winds and, in some areas, the biggest rainfall in 70 years, with 3-meter-high waves and flash flooding. Usually the weather here settles around the mid of May with sunshine the rest of the year. But in some parts, it’s still muy dramatico.
Lying in my bed last night, I could hear the roaring Mediterranean through the bedroom window, which had to be closed on account of the wind.
I realized it was a familiar sound. Dramatic, yes, but preventing me from falling asleep, no.
Normally, I am very sound sensitive and a very light sleeper and since it is rare that the sea makes this much commotion here and being so close to it, I realized that our nervous system is used to that sound.
We’ve heard it so many times in life after life.
Same goes with thunderstorms.
They can wake us up and we notice its thunder, but keep us up all night, hardly. I find it soothing.
However, a firecracker going off in the night will wake us up.
Then there are, of course, the high impact events, such as really wild thunderstorms, where the window glass trembles and everything in the house shakes.
That will wake us up – since we could be in danger. The wisdom embedded from ancient time: We could be in danger.
Same with the wind.
I once was at a resort in the Canary Islands for a gig. Had a small bungalow, and this hurricane decided to make landfall.
It was spooky.
Behind the bungalow was a tennis court and the spotlights that would light it up decided to see if they could fly. They could and away they went. Then there came a flock of pool furniture who also got that vision of grandeur and morphed into bird-like things.
The four palm trees also from behind the bungalow started to mambo and I actually got scared. All lines of communication went and the power went out.
I thought: Well, if I want to get some sleep, I need to find some Jack Daniels and a safe place. There was a kitchen with a free standing table, really solid and thick wood, so I made my bed under that. I put some blankets on the floor underneath the table and then came the impact of the bourbon.
I rarely drink so it knocked me out.
Woke up to a shining sun of a new day, said a prayer to give thanks for being alive, and also gave a celestial thumbs up to Jack D. Power restored so I phoned my kids and told them I was okay. The hurricane had hit the newspapers and three people died, so they were worried.
The palms and the tennis court were nowhere to be seen and the roads were filled with mostly pool furniture. It was chaos with entitled Swedes complaining about the lack of a breakfast buffet. Oh my.
My point to this little story is that the sounds of nature are so hardwired into our ancient memory that our nomad souls can find solace in them as opposite to the unnatural sounds of an industrialized and digitalized world which can disturb us.
The same goes for sunlight, hardly ever wakes up to the dawn and commotion of a new day, but artificial light will draw the curtains down whether it be morning or come nightfall.
Same with smells. Most we know.
The first time I set foot in Greece, I had to stop and find out where I knew that smell of wild oregano mixed with other herbs so softly floating in the hot noon air.
The first time I set foot in India, I knew that I knew the sensations of a tropical night which is very noisy – the sounds of it made me fall asleep like a baby in the womb. I had never been to the tropics before that.
India lures you in, and hard to leave, but that’s a story for another day.
Check out what you seem to know and not know – it’s the sounds and sensations from our ancient journey that brought us here.
Have a fine day.
© 2019 Soren Dreier
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