A robin sings or a thrush. the music goes on with Songs of the Bardo. I cry as I hear the speech asking me to let go of my previous attachments to family and friends who cannot help me anymore (This is about being in the bardo, that cd). And to enter with a blessing invoking the great Lord of Compassion , the womb of my new mother. This was the bardo of becoming. The sun is so perfect with the music right now. A moment like this should truly be eternal it is so sweet and perfect. I have had such moments in Montreal and I am sure in Toronto too, though I dont quite remember. That cd, Songs of the Bardo, is so beautiful. I sometimes cry listening to it, as it speaks of attachments, emptiness and death and impermamence and rebirth.