I think I’m going to start a new tradition on Word Press.
It’s obviously the beginning of November and this is the time of year when those of us who live in areas with decreasing sunshine are afflicted with Seasonal Affective Disorder. “SAD” – what a cute acronym.
SAD has become more of an issue for me after my days spent in Arizona where there seemed to be an unlimited supply of Sunshine – even during the monsoon season.
Well, I wrote a piece about these “Gray Days” a while back, and I re-posted it last year, and so now the tradition has solidified. This time, I’ll just put the link below (and above) as opposed to re-posting the blog. If you have the desire to read further, click away.
If not, well you’re missing out 🙂
It crossed my mind, when I re-read my post today, that I was in a highly creative state of mind when I originally wrote it, as well as the posts surrounding that time in general. You see, I was in love then, and the creative juices always flow more when I’m in love.
I might have been in love with a person, a place, or even a passing idea – a newly formed and beautiful image in my mind. A dream.
But love, regardless of its source, is all powerful. And while it’s difficult, we writers do try to express such feelings with words.
I read a great post from my blogging friend Cristian Mahai today that began with a beautiful quote from Faulkner. Check it out for a little inspiration about the writer’s duty and about beauty. I think this fulfills my duty for the day. And read on, if you wish, about how even the grayest of days can be colorful and inspiring!
Here’s the link, again, to – Gray Days.
Photo: Even the most gray, rainy, and cold days can be very beautiful – like this image I captured in the Rocky Mountains.
I took part of the day yesterday to be a music day. I don’t always take time out to listen to music, but I believe it’s one of the most magical creations that flows through people.
And it always takes me away to a place where I’m happy.
It’s similar to writing, in a way, because there are a limited number of musical notes, but an unlimited number of combinations of those notes to produce, well, to produce something magnificent.
Only so many words, but we writers craft them in so many ways.
And from my various pics you know that I’m rather fond of sunsets and sunrises too. And sometimes, you just happen to be at the right place at the right time to catch a glorious one.
So here’s a combination of a sunset with a song. Hope you enjoy it. And while it’s playing, I’ll go back to that creative corner in my mind and ponder the next writing . . .
Photo: Somewhere in the Southwest that I’m missing today 🙂
I have to admit, I stole this quote from Victoria Ray. She included in one of her posts recently, but I absolutely loved the words. And I played and played on the photo editor to try to get them to stand out on the background pic, so here is the quote in case you’re having a hard time reading it:
“Because when I read, I don’t really read… I pop a beautiful sentence into my mouth and suck it like a fruit drop, or I sip it like a liqueur until the thought dissolves in me like alcohol, infusing brain and heart and coursing on through the veins to the root of each blood vessel.” Bohumil Hrabal
The lilies, by the way, were growing wild along the trail – an astonishing lush forest in an arid, high desert climate. Amazing !
I guess I was a little stubborn about my choice in pictures for this post as I could have picked another to contrast the text better, but I loved the symbolism here – beautiful lush flowers, lush forest, in the high desert – not what one expects to find. But there are so many wonderful surprises in this life. Not being predictable makes life so much more interesting, wouldn’t you say?
If you’ve read many of the posts on my blog, you know that I talk about hiking in Nature a lot. This is part of my spiritual practice, to get out in the Natural World. But a friend asked a reasonable question not long ago, so I decided to think about it and write something on it. They asked:
“What’s the difference between hiking and walking?”
It turns out that is a bit more profound than it seems, because we, as humans, like to define and differentiate things. To the extreme. 😊
Do you prefer yellow or red 🙂
To say it was a slow burn would be inaccurate. It was just plain a bonfire. Sparks to high flying flames. Embers floating upward on newly created thermals, warm and glowing, a continual burn. That was this past summer as I traveled about taking in new sights. Hiking in Nature.
That collective place, that I call the “Real World,” where I feel at home.
There was a crescendo, however. You might say. A peak. Not a turning point, and it wasn’t like things diminished in anyway afterwards, but it was a stand out moment. The day I did the Green Lakes hike.
You see I had been building toward this adventure for a while. Slowing increasing my hiking distances. Acclimating to the higher altitudes. And while the trail markers seemed to indicate a shorter distance, they were wrong. I knew it by what maps revealed and planned accordingly.
This hike, while longer, reminded me of one I did in Montana. To Avalanche Lake. That hike was shorter in distance, but it similarly ended in a spectacular view. A total sense-flooding awe. A take-your-breath-away moment.
This new mission built from the Douglas Fir forest, to the many waterfalls, to the rainbow of wildflowers, to the lakes and surrounding mountains.
A sort of reach out and touch God journey.
Scents were fragrantly permeating the air as I strolled through the forest. And I was reflecting on words. Words to describe my senses.
My senses other than sight.
We depend on sight over all of our other senses. And while our brains are processing each moment in a billion different ways, we usually think in terms of what we see. Whether things are light or dark. Colors and shapes. Whether things are bleary or brilliant or dazzling or dingy. Radiant, shimmering, flashy, glistening, streaked or tarnished. So many descriptors.
An exception seems to come with Autumn. When Fall arrives people often speak of the smells of the season. Those scents which bring comfort and warm feelings inside. That internal warmth that seems to compensate for the decreasing temperatures as Helios shifts its radiant energy to the southern hemisphere.
But as I think about my other senses, I find myself struggling for the words to describe fragrances.
I think I figured it out. Figured out why some people do not understand the concept of climate change. But before I can get there, I have to diverge a bit.
Let’s take a little romp down a pathway that breaks us out of our little bubbles. That puts numbers on the impact we humans have had on the planet – collectively. The high-altitude view . . .
For it’s truly difficult for people to see much beyond their physical reach. The limits of our senses. And that’s totally understandable.
I’m sure many of you have engaged in a Fall or Spring cleaning. That thorough cleansing of all that accumulated junk you’ve collected but never seem to have a use for. Or that you’re storing knowing, or at least thinking, that you’ll use that Stuff someday for something.
Well it’s time for a big purge at my residence.
But the purge I’m talking about is not just about physical Stuff, it’s about the mind.
It seems like we all carry burdens. I would say more so in the figurative sense.
We’re generally not literally carrying bundles of things around, or carrying the weight of the world as did Atlas, the mythical Titan.
But we have all of the problems, doubts, fears, imperfections, commitments, obligations, desires, and responsibilities that come with bodily existence. And these “bundles” can be just as weighty as the entire planet, or even more so.