The Perfume River in Vietnam is named for the aromatic orchids which fall into the waterway in the Autumn. The river has a lovely floral smell. Wouldn't you love to live on a perfumed river? Or swim in it? Today would have been my mom's 89th birthday, so I dedicate this post to her, for all her love and encouragement.
I live less than 20 miles from Salem, Mass, the historic site of the witch trials of 1692-3. More than 200 people were accused of practicing witchcraft there. As school children, we all learned about these tragically unfortunate yet intriguing true stories, and we even visited the Witch's Museum and other related venues on school field trips. Halloween itself is an amazing, crazy and fun event in Salem, with attendees in great costumes, behaving in character. And lots of witches in black 'flying' about.
As macabre as it may seem, I love cemeteries. I was never afraid of them as a kid, and I partied in them with my peers as a teen. Even had a few 'dates' take me to a cemetery to make out.
As an adult (?) I enjoy walking my dogs in cemeteries, and the reason is two-fold: firstly, they are usually a safe place to allow dogs to run free, and, secondly, I love to read the old tombstones and speculate about the lives of those buried there.
I visit the cemetery where my mom, dad, and sister are. It's a beautiful place with a stupendous view of the sea.
Yes, I love cemeteries - they hold beauty and mystery and memories. linked to theme thursday; Cemeteries
This year I allowed some mystery weeds to grow in my garden, to see what they had to show me when autumn came around (and because I hate to weed). The first pic is of asters, the second is polkweed, which is edible when cooked and used by the Native Americans as medicine. The last is a very recognizable 'weed' used for just about everything - in cooking, as tea, pain treatment, mood- elevator, etc! (Did I say this was my garden?)
Today I share the joy of seeing one last bloom on my outdoor hanging plant. This geranium has endured through total neglect - no feeding or watering! I have been ready to toss it more than once, but it always 'hangs' on to surprise me again and again. A testament to nature's determination.
A stunning example of being in, and of, sunshine...
I have seasonal affect disorder....give it a name and it's a 'disorder'! In any case, sunshine is very important to me - I don't even have to go out the door to appreciate its effects. Just seeing the bright light and blue skies, even if it's very cold, does wonders for my mood and attitude. Does this ring any bells with fellow bloggers?
Kiskadee: In the flycatcher family, and practically omnivorous, eating prey as large as small rodents. These birds are conspicuous and raucous. Brought to Bermuda in 1957 to help with an over-population of small lizards (?). Must have been a successful venture as I saw only a few of those pesky reptiles!
When I see sunsets, when I see the ocean, a feeling of comfort in the future begins in the center of my core. I'm not calling this feeling 'hope', just a bit of calm in the raging fear of what just might be.
There are different types of hope: hope someone you love beats cancer, or, hope that humans will rectify environmental devastation. Hope has to do with wishes and dreams. wants and likes. You can hope for a raise, a new job, a healthy baby, a new life, but hope is like prayer. It does no good unless action is instituted, and carried out.
I love this quote:
“Hope is what keeps you going, but hope keeps you focused on the future, and this continued focus perpetuates your denial of the Now and therefore your unhappiness.” Eckhart Tolle
The island of Bermuda is only a 2 hour flight from most East Coast cities, and only 700 miles off the coast of the Carolinas. The weather is sub-tropical, due to the Gulf Stream and the calm Sargasso Sea surrounding this limestone treasure. So close and so much a world apart from my falling leaves.
I never get tired of showing off my beautiful seaside city. I lived away from here for 2 years and, when I would visit home, I was ecstatic to see the ocean at every turn. Needless to say, I moved back as soon as I could.