Have you ever walked into a department store and been assaulted by an aggressive woman with a spray bottle in her hand? Before you can say no thank you, you are covered in a fragrance that sends you into a fit of sneezing and choking? While you are gasping for breath the self-imposed dictator tells you the name of the weapon and what is sells for. As if wanting to know is the first thing that comes to mind rather than the murder of the combatant.
I often wonder how many people run, not walk, screaming into the outside air for a clean breath winding up in the nearest emergency room. After several respiratory treatments to open up those vital airway passages the assault starts over again because you are now the carrier of those nasty histamines. They are in your hair, on your skin in your clothes…
It’s at this point that you realize you don’t even like how it smells. It’s not a sweet smell that is pleasing which would at least make the pleasure worth the risk to life, but rather a bad odor that warns of impending doom.
Who in their right mind thinks that this is the way to advertise a product for sale?
Friday afternoon here in Orlando we had quite a storm. It rained so hard that the back part of the yard flooded. Right along the back of the yard is a wooded area fed by a stream and it looked like a small lake with trees growing out of it.
I have been fascinated with the birds here in Orlando. I love to photograph animals and birds are one of my favorite subjects. After the area flooded, I walked out onto the porch and to my amazement a flock of about twenty five white Ibis flew right up to the area to forage for food. The ibeses in harmonized movements grazed along the edge of the water each taking a turn as sentinel.
I attempted to get the birds to come closer by throwing out some cheerios in the main part of the yard. To my delight, they began to head up toward me.
I discovered that they didn’t really care for the Cheerios and soon turned back toward the water.
I came into the house to show my friend the pictures I had taken. As I went back out to check on the birds I caught the last of my visitors, a white crane just standing in the water.
I was lucky enough to catch the crane taking flight. Unfortunately, I was not as ready for the take off as I would have liked to have been. So the shot isn’t a great one, but I still think it’s magical.
As I have gotten older I find I spend more time in my memories. It’s what you do when you spend time with your grandchildren. You tell them about when their parents were growing up. And, at the risk of really sounding ancient, you tell them about your own childhood and experience their incredulous expressions of disbelief.
Sometimes, a vague sense comes over me that I might not be remembering an actual memory of my past, but rather a memory of a dream. Not the kind of dream that pushes you to do, have, or be, but the kind you actually live in your sleep.
One particular “memory”, which is not really a good one, has haunted me for a very long time. It surfaced maybe twenty years ago. If it is indeed a memory it surely explains a lot of why I feel the way I do about some things. If it was a dream, I find myself wondering why I would have dream’t such a disturbing event in my life.
In the end, we are the product of our environment and it really doesn’t matter if the “memory” is one that has been dormant or if it is actually a dream because it becomes part of us anyway.
What shapes our personality is the good and bad experiences we live through. Understanding our past helps us in our present and future if we are wise enough to learn from these past experiences. Often our dreams are just a way to show us our fears which we need to face so we don’t become crippled by them.
Do you remember the Tootsie Roll Pop commercials that used to ask, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll PoP? ” It always made me crazy because I can’t just lick a lollipop. No matter how hard I try, I start out licking and wind up just biting right through the hard candy.
As far as I am concerned, they should be called quick pops, not lollipops. The name lollipop brings to my mind slowly savoring something I love, not eating it as fast as I can like when you have to swallow medicine.
I guess I should have realized that it was a warning of how things would be in my future. I am definitely not known for my patience. I can actually feel myself start to shake inside sometimes when I have to wait. Even at my ripe old age of 65, I still am a bit impatient. And for the record, I was at the bank the other day and grabbed a lollipop off of the desk. Before I knew what was happening I was crunching on the hard candy once again. Somethings never change. 🙂
As many of you may know I have been staying at my friends home in Orlando helping her during her husband’s recovery from a serious illness and surgery. He is recovering nicely now and is able to get around much better. Last night Dottie and Frank took me to see Cirque du Soleil La Nouba at Disney Springs. I have always liked the circus, but none of my kids did so I haven’t been to one in many, many years. I had no idea what to expect.
Acrobats, aerialists, break dancers, singers, trapeze artists, jugglers and clowns performed a show that was absolutely fabulous! It was an hour and a half of non stop movement and music. So energetic. The talent of these performers is unbelievable. During the acrobatics and dance the story of a house maid’s dream is played out with grace and humor.
There were two performers who rode bicycles. I have to say that the strength these two men displayed while making those bikes do things only imagined was stellar. They actually stopped short at the face of one man who was lying on the stage and then hopped over he and the man lying next to him from a dead stop. I couldn’t believe it. Missing by an inch could have been disastrous.
The trapeze artists were amazing. Flying high above the stage in perfect rhythm. Exchanging places and catching each other while we looked on in awe. It reminded me of the first time I saw an act similar when I was a child.
There are over 65 performers in the show and they represent 15 countries. I recommend seeing this show it will create a memory you will savor always.