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jungle sounds by Duncan Reynolds

7/4/2019

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I primarily hear the crickets chirping over my head and filling my ears with constant chatter left right all around. Some louder than others. Some higher up in the trees and some on the same level as I am on the ground. These crickets remind of my conscious brain always running always thinking always working. These crickets are my good and bad thoughts battling back and forth constantly with little remorse and no time for ceasefire.
I hear the ocean breeze brushing against the palm leaves creating a pulsing swooshing sound, although quiet, the wind is there and is calming me from the chatter of the crickets near by. I can feel the wind get stronger and fill my ears with hope that this hot sticky jungle air is not permanently lingering over my head. I think of this ocean breeze as the unconscious brain talking to me, quietly and sometimes unheard, but always present. The unconscious mind is the true mediator of all actions that i decide to pursue by giving me the feeling of what is right and what is wrong. The unconscious mind is the wind coming from the massive Atlantic Ocean with so much unknown but is somehow so familiar.
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