The birds are my bells.  I am finding Pat in the sounds of the birds.  I took an MBSR ( mindfulness based stress reduction ) class a few years ago.  It teaches various forms of meditation , including listening to sound.  I’ve got a track on iTunes that plays bells at random, which I use during sitting meditation.

Here, in Hungary and Slovakia, while I am biking, the birds are my bells.  You know the sounds that the birds make in the early morning ? The kind of chirping that wakes you up?  I can hear those all day.  They bring me back to the moment, instead of my mind wandering.  Those who know me well, know that my mind is prone to wandering.  I have been very in the moment on my rides, being brought back by  the birds.  Listen. Take a look at the fields of poppies.  Listen again.  Feel the wind whispering over my skin.

The birds are my bells. Breathe .