Photo: A Bluebell somewhere in Wyoming.
Photo: A Bluebell somewhere in Wyoming.
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?
Do you prefer yellow or red 🙂
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.
Or maybe I should say, old school style with modern outfitters . . .
As the gorge narrowed the wind picked up, and the air temperature noticeably dropped. The calming frequency of the soft rush of the water shifted timbre. Now cascading, surging ever faster downward, as the amplitude of the waves, both in size and pitch, increased to a deafening roar.
We hung on tight with both hands as the V-shaped bow and rigid hull sliced into the first wave, but the second was much larger. And the small vessel skirted straight up its crest, reminiscent of a mighty ocean sailing ship in a surging Atlantic storm, but in miniature.
At the oarsman’s skillful command, the boat shifted sideways as it rolled down into the trough in time for the next wave to crest high above our heads. Crashing down, completely drenching us, the flare of the hull offering no protection. Filling the open compartments to the frame’s brim.
Our laughter could be heard above the roar of the rapids as we bailed.
Photo: From my recent journey to the West Coast.
I have been told that mobile users are unable to see the “Feature Pic” when it is added on a desktop or laptop, so I’m including it in the text as well in hopes that mobile readers will be able to view it. WordPress does have its glitches.
I’ve always loved the sciences. Even as a little kid, I enjoyed studying the various phenomena of our planet and learning about all of the processes going on with all of the different species. Even the things people look at as being inanimate, like rocks and their geological history.
And us human animals too. Now there’s a science project!
It’s just totally fascinating examining the diversity of species, all stemming from common DNA, and all of the electrical, chemical, and biomechanical energy and interactions that make us living, breathing, functioning organisms.
And all of us many species are so interrelated and interconnected. And so interdependent on maintaining a balance for survival. A microscopic, microcosmic juggling act of such immense proportions that it’s hard to wrap your mind around.
Of course, there’s even more as you delve into mind and spirit. And what of the nature of the heart?
Hard to express those with a mathematical formula. Maybe someday, someone will figure out a way to do that. 😊
And as much as I enjoy the study of the sciences, I’m not exactly a math wizard. And there is lots of math involved. And it’s been many years since I sat in some of those classrooms. So, let’s just say that to this day, I remain a huge fan and student of conceptual physics and chemistry, among other things.
And there are many concepts that are adaptable, in principle, to many other concepts, at least metaphorically. And what better way to have fun as a wordsmith than to blend and mix and blur and enjoy.
So, today’s subject from the blender is binding energy.
As you know, I’ve been away from the keyboards for a while now. I’ve been out breaking all of my previous hiking records. Not that those records were all that impressive to begin with, certainly not in comparison to people who have made truly long treks, like the Arizona Trail, or the Pacific Coast Trail, or the Appalachian Trail.
But to me, they are milestones.
I’m not only learning more about and experiencing Nature in its great diversity, which makes me really happy. 🙂 But I’m beginning to test my own limits and learning where I need to “tone-up.” Both physically and mentally.
I’ve also been able to disconnect for a while from the machines – the computers, the touch screens, the digital world.
And now it may be difficult to come back – at least in part.
You see, now I have severe questions about social media, its supposed purpose, and what’s actually happening with it.