PURITY of PERSPECTIVE .


PURITY OF PERSPECTIVE

In ’The Weight of Water’, Anita Shreve wrote, “I CAN HARDLY DESCRIBE TO YOU THE JOY OF THOSE EARLY MORNING WALKS TOGETHER, AND IS IT NOT TRUE THAT IN OUR EXTREME YOUTH WE POSSESS THE CAPACITY TO SEE MORE CLEARLY AND ABSORB MORE INTENSELY THE BEAUTY THAT LIES ALL BEFORE US, AND SO MUCH MORE SO THAN IN OUR LATER YOUTH OR IN OUR ADULTHOOD …”

I so remember the excitement and wonder I felt, as a young child of five or six years, walking the five blocks to public school and seeing, really seeing, blades of grass, an ant or caterpillars (of which there were many), a stone which caught my eye, the shapes of leaves rustling in the trees, a crack in the cement sidewalk, the gravel between the sidewalk and the road. Each day was a new, anticipated experience that made me feel so incredibly alive. Being so much closer to ground than an adult, gave a magnified view, a more immediate perspective to nature. The old-fashioned perennial gardens right smack at my eye level were magic with their bleeding hearts, roses, peonies, and a multitude of other bright and beautiful blooms and fragrances.

I dawdled on my four daily journeys, to and fro’ in the morning and again after lunch, loving the experience of examining my world. In between the walks, having to sit quietly and still in the classroom was an impossibility for me. Filled with thoughts itching to be expressed and bubble forth, my chattiness resulted in reprimands. Then came the inevitable long minutes in the hall, waiting to see the principal and suffer the strap on my little hands. None of that deterred me. My thoughts, ideas and experiences persisted in being expressed.

The one punishment that gave me pause was the notation about my talkative nature in my report cards. A gentle admonishing from my parents resulted. I hated disappointing them.

Authority figures in school were another matter. Their opinions did not impact me as much as did Mom and Dad’s. My quiet rebellion at school continued into my post grad nursing program where I was always in trouble. I did try harder with teachers whom I liked and respected. But even as a young child, I tended not to respect anyone who did not like or respect me.

I don’t know where this ingrained belief system came from. Perhaps it was knowing my parents not only loved me, but trusted and respected me. Adults who did not live up to that mark in my eyes, experienced my talkative, waywardness, my only method of exerting some control over my own life.

I was an only child for the first eight years of my life with no peers to share my wonder of the world around me. Perhaps that influenced my desire to talk in school.

Whatever the reason, I remember with great affection, the magic of my childhood and the magic of my small, happy world. And such memories keep me feeling like me, despite the wrinkles and limitations of age.

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“A Goldsmith of Words” . Quotes of Amadeu de Prado .


Last night I watched the fi1m, “Night Train to Lisbon” with Jeremy Irons, based on the book by Pascal Mercier.

My head is still swirling with the beautiful, important images spun by the words of Portuguese Doctor, Amadeu de Prado. The dictatorship of Salazar impacted his life, thoughts and words from his years as a student to his premature death at the age of 53 years. I was riveted to the screen.

I was not the only one.

E. L. Fay was influenced by the book, ‘Night Train to Lisbon’. Her 2009 blog “This Book and I Could be Friends” sums up my feelings on the topic of Amadeu de Prado.

She writes from the book:

“Was it possible that the best way to make sure of yourself was to know and understand someone else? One whose life had been completely different and had had a completely different logic than your own? How did curiosity for another life go together with the awareness that your own time was running out?”

E.L.Fay describes herself as a “Progressive bibliophile recovering from a sordid conservative past.”

See ‘This Book and I Could Be Friends” at http://www.tselfoninternets.blogspot.ca

The image of the devastatingly handsome de Prado and clips from the movie can be seen in “A Goldsmith of Words” – “Life” at: https://positivited.wordpress.com

Excerpts:

“DE ALMEIDA PRADO, AMADEU INÁCIO (1920-1973).

Featuring in Pascal Mercier‘s philosophical novel Night Train to Lisbon (later adapted into a film starring Jeremy Irons), Amadeu de Prado was born a judge’s son in the Portugal of Salazar. He heavily criticized Salazar’s dictature in his speech given upon graduating as a doctor. His only book was self-published posthumously in 1975, entitled Um ourives des palavras (Portuguese for “A Goldsmith of Words”, a phrase alluding to Friedrich Nietzsche).

‘A Goldsmith of Words’-“Life” in the Words of Amadeu de Prado from Ashok Kumar Taduri on Vimeo.

Night Train to Lisbon, in which the story of Gregorius and quotes from de Prado’s book are woven together, can be considered a literary reflection of Peter Bieri’s philosophical works (the man behind the Mercier pseudonym). The art of life and authenticity are important themes in his works.

Wonderful Quotes of Amadeu de Prado:

“We live here and now, Everything before and in other places is past and mostly forgotten”.

“What could – what should be done, with all the time that lies ahead of us? Open and unshaped, feather light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty? Is it a wish, dreamlike and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life, and be able to take a completely different direction to the one which has made us who we are?”

“We leave something of ourselves behind, only leave a place, we stay there even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there. We travel to ourselves when we go to a place though we have covered a stretch of our life, no matter how brief it may have been. But by travelling to ourselves|we must confront our own loneliness. And isn’t it so everything we do is done out of fear of loneliness? Isn’t that why we renounce all the things we will regret at the end of our lives?”

“When dictatorship is a fact, revolution is a duty”.

“Is it ultimately a question of self-image that determining idea one has made for oneselve of what has to be accomplished and experienced so that one can approve the life one has lived? If this is the case, the fear of death might be described as the fear of not been able to become whom one planned to be. If the certainty befalls us that it will never be achieved… this homeness, you suddenly don’t know how to live the time, that can no longer be part of a whole life”.

“The real director of life is accident, a director full of cruelty compassion and bewitching charm.”

“The decisive moments of life, when its direction changes forever, are not always marked by large and shown dramatics. In truth, the dramatic moments of a life determining experience, are often unbelieveable low key. When it unfolds its revolutionary effects and insures that a life is revealed in a brand new light, it does that silently. And in this wonderful silence resides its special nobility.”

“In youth, we live as if we were immortal, Knowledge of mortality dances around us like a brittle paper ribbon that barely touches our skin. When, in life does that change? When does the ribbon tighten, until finally it strangles us?”
Amadeu de Prado died in 1973 of the rupture of an aneurysm in his brain, of which he’d been long aware.”

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BIT BY A BONSAI BUG .


I have always loved Bonsai plants, loved their miniature replication of natural, full-grown, trees in the wild. There is something so precise, so magical about creating a miniature garden.

However, like most pursuits, it is not as easy as it may seem. Over the past several years, I have bought bonsai plants, and I bought ordinary juniper and jade plants and attempted to create bonsai from them. None are with us any longer. All are dead and thrown out long ago.

But the Bonsai bug bit me again recently. This time, I told myself, I am going to do it right. In preparation, I went online, read articles, watched You Tube videos. There are rules, so many rules.

I will be happy with modest success – a plant or two that survives, and one or two that actually resemble Bonsai.

Bonsai is from the Japanese, bon ‘tray’ + sai ‘planting’.

A Master Bonsai Gardener, I am not aiming for. I am beginning this activity waaaaaay too late in life for that to be reality. Real Bonsai take decades, and even centuries of growth, trimming and wiring to become lovely specimens.

So, here goes ….

1.BONSAI TRIMMING PRACTICE
1.   BONSAI TRIMMING PRACTICE

I forgot to take ‘Before’ photos of the scraggly, awkward, plants I bought on sale at Walmart. Horrors, you say! Walmart! Well, I am an hour and a half drive from the nearest Bonsai Clubs and Bonsai Garden Centers. And I wanted to practice on really cheap/inexpensive specimens. These I bought for $7.50 each because they looked so pitiful.

2.   BONSAI TRIMMING, NOTE BRANCHES GROWING UP
2.   BONSAI TRIMMING.   NOTE BRANCHES GROWING UP – A NO NO!

So, here is the same plant with a partial hair cut.

I am attempting to produce a Bankan style Bonsai. That is the gnarled, twisted, upright style.

– Branches should never grow up or down. If they don’t naturally grow sideways, they must be trained with wires to do so. I had only 2 small pieces of thick aluminum bonsai wire, so am using thin floral wire, but to prevent the thin wire from cutting the bark, I am quadrupling it to create thickness. Again. not ideal, but using what I have.

– You trim so that the branches alternate left and right up the trunk. Again wiring may be necessary to create that pattern.

There is a lot more to it, but again, I am keeping to the basics. And, with these, I am working with INDOOR plants.

3.BONSAI OVER-TRIMMED  THEN WIRED TO CREATE HORIZONTAL BRANCHES
3.   BONSAI OVER-TRIMMED, THEN WIRED TO CREATE HORIZONTAL BRANCHES

This specimen had more dead leaves than live, and terrible growth patterns, hence the need for the extreme haircut. Not to mention my sloppy wiring! Wiring is difficult!

Just a week ago, I watched a Japanese Bonsai enthusiast in Toronto show me what to do. He worked deftly, neatly. Not moi! This man said he has been in a service station parking lot at Davenport and Bathurst Streets for 25 years.

If this plant lives, I will transplant into a proper Bonsai dish.

4.BONSAI - FIRST TRIM & WIRING. REQUIRES NEW GROWTH & MORE WIRING
4.   BONSAI – ITS FIRST TRIM & FIRST GENTLE WIRING. THEN A RE-POTTING INTO A REAL BONSAI DISH!  THIS PLANT REQUIRES TLC,  NEW GROWTH, & MORE WIRING.

Do any of you recognize the type of plant in the photos above? Not ficus. I am not familiar with the curly-que new growth on the ends of each branch. At first I thought that due to some critter infestation, but now wondering if that is the nature of the beast.

Following, is the first plant I bought this week and played with. It was the healthiest specimen and is the most pleasing, to me …

5.BONSAI AZALEA - BEST RESULT SO FAR, BUT BETTER SPECIMEN
5.   BONSAI. AN AZALEA – BEST RESULT SO FAR, BUT WAS A BETTER SPECIMEN TO BEGIN WITH. I LOVE THE BLACK DISH AND TRAY, BUT IT WAS THE ONLY ONE LIKE IT. 

Bradford Garden Gallery in Barrie, Ontario was where I bought my Bonsai dishes. They were terribly low on them now so I will check in regularly.

Bonsai require frequent watering, probably because the roots were cut right back to stunt growth and fit into the small dishes with little soil. Hence, they dry out quickly. The moss and stones curbs that process a little.

This is a blast! Now all I have to do is sit here and watch them grow!!! Wish me luck folks!

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MIDORI MADNESS . ‘Free Spirit’ . Memoir .


Midori Madness

 

My first waking thought this morning was, “My Midori arrives today.”

I dressed and took Duffy for the short walk to our community mail boxes and worked hard at keeping my excitement contained. My parcel was there. I cradled it under my arm for the return walk and told myself that, before sitting down to enjoy the ceremony of unwrapping, I would first make coffee for my hubby Greg and myself.

“Keep my longing in check. Be responsible.”

For the uninitiated, the ‘Midori Traveler’s Notebook’ is made by Midori of Tokyo, Japan. It is a journal, a planner, a sketch book – it is whatever you want it to be, thanks to the variety of available inserts. What make the Midori special is its classic, understated beauty, its tactile quality, the beautiful Japanese paper in the journals, and an ingeniously simple elastic binding that holds everything in place, simply and effectively.

I referred to the ‘ceremony’ of unwrapping and it is, indeed, a ceremony, not unlike opening a superb Birks or Tiffany present.

First, I removed the outer, basic, protective box and tossed it. Then I begin the experience …

My Midori  - outer packaging 1
My Midori – outer packaging 1 is a sealed, cellophane bag and page describing the Midori

 

Outter packaging, layers: 2 - beautifully folded box with elastic. 3 - Midori protected in a linen pouch
Outer packaging – layers 2&3. Above, Layer 2 – beautifully folded box with elastic. Below, Layer 3 – Midori protected in linen pouch

Dori new 3rd layerLinen

 

My elegant Midori - the treasure unearthed
My elegant Midori – the treasure unearthed

 

My Midori - a close-up.
My Midori – a close-up.

Now, I open my journal and imagine how I will use it.

First peek at the inside cover of my 'Dori'
First peek at the inside cover of my ‘Dori’ Journal – a card stock weight craft paper. Look at the ingenious binding

 

After the inside cover is the simple, elegant title page of my journal.
Following the inside cover, is the simple, elegant title page.

I read the page about the Traveler’s Notebook, that was unearthed in the first unwrapping.

On it, it says, “For all the travelers who have a free spirit.” 

I thought to myself, that is me. I may not travel the world, but I am enjoying my life journey, and I do indeed have a free spirit. So, I immediately know the title and purpose of my journal.

My Title  and a little zentangle decor
My Title and a little zentangle decor

 

But I have a thing – I often don’t know when to stop. I get carried away. I kept going …..

 

Dori FreeSpirit2

And it is a bit much, even for me, but oh well …

Next, I went back to the inside front cover, personalized it and added very important ID –

 

The Inside Front cover of my journal
The Inside Front cover of my journal

The little leather beaver will be recognized by all Canadians. The beaver is our national animal and this leather one is from a ‘Roots’ leather bag of mine. I hope Roots doesn’t mind me re-purposing their leather. I have attached it to the string bookmark in my journal.

 

Finally, I closed the journal and personalized the exterior. I added a heavy, silver logo from another bag, with an attached clasp. I thought that would be practical, because I would be able to clip my Midori ro any bag, belt or pocket. The large logo & clasp look awesome but are heavy for the elastic so I may have to re-think them. But for now, here is my Midori …

My Midori, all ready to go!
My Midori, all ready to go!

 

I will be using my Midori for sketches and writing. Some people have taken theirs down an entirely different road with stickers, charms and scrap-booking items.

I love the natural beauty, and the original concept of the Traveler’s Notebook. In the next couple of weeks, a few other items that will make my journal more functional, will be arriving. For now, I hope you have enjoyed this peek into one person’s experience with the Midori system.

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HAPPY EASTER, HAPPY SPRING . Memoir . Evolution of an Easter Lily .


Classic, elegant Easter Lily
Classic, Elegant, Easter Lily

Easter Lilies. So perfect in their simplicity, so symmetrical, elegant, and so very fragrant.  Just look closely at their sturdy, velvety, petals. Perfection.

The first time each Spring, that Easter lilies arrive in stores, they transport me four, five, six decades back in time, to an awe-some memory – a vista of Easter lilies, row upon row, filling all the benches in one of Dad’s greenhouses. Those greenhouses symbolize some of my happiest memories. Lush greenery of all shades and textures, abundant colour, smells of nature at work – the rich, moist, peaty soil, and a variety of floral fragrances; packed earthen floors between rows of benches, occasional puddles; exquisite Baby’s Breath meandering over and through the piles of potting soil underneath benches, reaching their delicate thread-like stems and leaves onto the dirt pathways.

After my father died in 1986, I had the presence of mind to keep his notes on soil mix, planting schedules, transplanting, buying sources and more. The following illustrates the evolution of an Easter Lily bulb to a stately flowering plant which evokes the official end to winter, and the awakening of spring.

Dad's Easter Lily Growing Schedule - bulb to bloom.
Dad’s Easter Lily Growing Schedule – bulb to bloom. Right- his hand written tree-shopping list (a portion).

Excerpt from “ROBERTSON Lineages & Memoirs, Genealogies for My Children & Theirs.” page 489 – ‘Trimmings’ Chapter 2 ‘Robertson Florist & Nursery. 

And while there have always been colourful hydrangea, hyacinths, azaleas, tulips and crocus acknowledging the changing season, it is the proud Easter lily that immediately evokes happy thoughts of Mom, Dad, home, our greenhouses, rebirth, Spring.

I sit writing, and inhale deeply the exquisite fragrance of my bursting Easter Lily, standing proudly in front of my computer, promising hope and life.

April 18, 2014

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WHEN THINGS COME ALIVE . Memoir . ReBlog-Steve McCurry .


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I had to share this blog with Steve McMurtry’s gorgeous, thought provoking photographs, and poems & quotes from the masters. Stunning beauty. LP  …

When Things Come Alive

Night
when words fade and things come alive.
When the destructive analysis of day is done, and
all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again.
When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.

– Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

00081_15, New York, New York, USA, USA-10032NFOverlooking Washington Square Park, New York, United States

BRAZIL-10049Brazil

I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.


– Vincent Van Gogh

USA-10164_newLos Angeles, United States

ITALY-10450NF3Umbria, Italy

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents
and silently steal away


– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

CAMBODIA-10489Cambodia

FIJI-10011NF2Fiji

TIBET-10412Tibet

CHINA-10026_new

Hong Kong

The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds
at midnight has been present like an archangel at the
creation of light and of the world


– Ralph Waldo Emerson

CHINA-10171Hong Kong

USA-10086New York, United States

INDIA-10237NF3Mumbai, India

Most glorious night!
Thou wert not sent for slumber!


– Lord Byron

01052_ 023India

To me at least was never evening yet
But seemed far beautifuller than its day.


– Robert Browning, The Ring and the Book

INDIA-10605Rambagh Palace Hotel, Jaipur, India

INDIA-10312NF, Taj Mahal, Agra, India, 1996,

Agra, India

Day, like a weary pilgrim, had reached the western gate of heaven, and
Evening stooped down to unloose the latchets of his sandal shoon.


– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

USA-10294

Grand Central Terminal, New York, United States

What hath night to do with sleep?


–  John Milton, Paradise Lost

JAPAN-10134Japan

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it,
for, with the banishment of night from the experience of man,
there vanishes as well a religious emotion,
a poetic mood, which gives depth to the adventure of humanity.


– Henry Beston

INDIA-12125India

BURMA-10624Burma

MALI-10033Mali

ITALY-10018NF5, Camino, Italy, 09/2004 final print_MACROItaly

The night walked down the sky with the moon in her hand.


– Frederick L. Knowles

YUGOSLAVIA-10060Slovenia


Some praise the Lord for Light,
The living spark;
I thank God for the Night
The healing dark.


– Robert W. Service

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THE ARGUMENT FOR MATERIALISM . Memoir . Soul Food .


THE ARGUMENT FOR MATERIALISM

We are often reminded that it is wrong to have so much stuff, wrong to be materialistic. But this morning I saw a ‘Pin’ on Pinterest that made me understand, once and for all, why I love ‘things’ …

'The Poetry of Material Things'
‘The Poetry of Material Things’

Surrounded by things I love is eye candy. I do not know who the pinner of the photo and caption was, but to you I say, thank you.

My beautiful and/or inspirational ‘things’ are indeed like poetry to me. They feed my soul.

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‘I AWOKE THIS MORNING …’ . Memoir . Life Giving Moments .


Greg Capturing Fall Colours
Greg Capturing Fall Colours, yesterday
‘I woke this morning, what could be better!’
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Autumn in our yard
Autumn this morning in our yard
Walking amidst Autumn Colour
Yesterday, Greg Walking amidst Autumn Colours

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