Conversation = Food for the Soul

via Daily Prompt: Conversation

There’s a coffee shop in my little town called “Conversations Coffee” that is a friendly little place to get something to drink and catch up with friends. In this modern age of electronic communications, I sometimes think the art of conversation is dying. So on this first day of the new year, I think we should all resolve to…

Converse more.
Openly and frequently, with friends and family,
Near and far.
Grab a cup of coffee with a friend,
Just to catch up.

Call a family member you haven’t talked to in awhile.

“Conversation is food for the soul.” ~ Proverbs
Conversation fuels the brain and feeds the soul.
It keeps us connected and grounded.

It helps us learn and grow.

So say hello. Reminisce.
Share a cry. Tell a joke.
Exchange ideas. Give feedback.
Express gratitude.
Demonstrate love.
Converse.
Listen.
Talk.

Be.

And now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to make a phone call….and enjoy the conversation.

Cheers!

 

Cynthia
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I’m not a Poet

Via Daily Prompt: Rhyme

On days when it hurts to move or get out of bed, this little diddy often runs through my head:


I may not be a poet, but a Fibrowarrior I am, and will always be. 🙂

Cheers!
Cynthia

Evoking Childhood Memories

While I know my great-grandmother’s garden is long-gone, I can only hope some of the golden poppies, purple daisies, or fuchsias still remain.

Do fragrances ever evoke memories for you? Our sense of smell is in close proximity to our memories in the brain. For me, certain floral perfume smells remind me of the beautiful and fragrant flowers growing in my Great-Grandmother’s garden when I was a kid. I am a “California girl living in Texas,” having moved to Texas over 20 years ago, and oh, how I miss my home state. If I could live anywhere, I would probably move back to California near the coast.

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My mother grew up in Pacific Grove. My grandmother taught at the elementary school for years. My great-grandmother had a little house there with a big garden. I think that is where my love of gardening and growing flowers and looking at things bloom and thrive comes from. It seemed like my great-grandmother could grow anything IN anything. I remember succulents growing in old shoes and frying pans! She grew succulents way before it became trendy and cool.

She was still tending her garden, even into her 90s, when she passed in 1974. And in the winter of 1975, an article was written in the San Jose Mercury News California Today section called “Moods in Haiku” by Peter DiVenere. He took several wonderful pictures of my great-grandmother’s garden and her tending to it, and wrote the following haiku:

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Gold long forgotten
Beauty and riches remain
California poppy

Flowers everywhere | In the garden a painting | California poppies

Wild upon the hills | As in days long gone today’s | Poppies embrace you

The garden path ends | She gathers blossoms with her smile | Autumn of the year

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Thorny thistles thrives | Old post reflects all past glory | Purple beacon shines

The tale of Genji | The charm of his disposition | Lady Murasaki

By the garden fence | Purple clusters feel the breeze | Safe from the mower

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Pink blossoms aglow | Anticipating stories of | Far flown places

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Hanging from a branch | Fuchsias are doing nothing | On a summer day

Tiny little fuchsias | Dangling from tender branches | Just before the dawn

I would love to go back to Pacific Grove to see where my grandmother’s house was, to see if the old brick wall surrounding it still stands. And to go to my great-grandmother’s house to see if any of the flowers remain. While I know her garden is long-gone as the lot was sold to build another house on after she passed, I can only hope some of the golden poppies, purple daisies, or fuchsias that she tended to still remain.

In so many ways I am like my great grandmother. We were both only 5’4″ in a family of tall people. My mom now thinks her grandmother also suffered from fibromyalgia. It would be interesting to find some genetic link to this condition.

Oh, how I wish we had kept that property and still had my great grandmother’s beautiful garden…oh the memories that can be stirred up from a scent of a flower or of a perfume…

Picture of the original article I have had tucked away

Do perfumes or smells bring back memories for you?

Cheers!

Cynthia

via Daily Prompt: Perfume

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