| Feb. 11th, 2008 @ 07:16 am this post is for Soup |
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Just rambling these thoughts out for now...it's weaved into my stories...but, here's something like an explanation...
More often that not, I have an intuition or observation that I follow for awhile.
I'll study, research, practice and be what I observed till I know it for sure.
For instance, the magical effect of flowers, music and climate on humans.
I noticed a difference in my mother's energy or aura, if you will, when she passed by her flowers in the summertime and breathed them in. She is from an island where flowers are in such great abundance, it effects the culture. Where I was being raised, flowers were a scarcity, especially in the winter. That scarcity provided the contrast that would allow me to see clearly that my mother had a connection and was profoundly affected by flowers.
When we visited the island of her origin, we stayed with her aunt. She was the one known, on an island of flower abundance, for having a green thumb...We shared visits from the wild aunt who lived on the mountain surrounded by wild chamomile (she was the herbalist - more about her teachings in another post).
While there, I noticed the change in my being. Of course a change happened from the moment we arrived off the plane, like Alice in Wonderland, each place has it's own energy we can play in, respond to or ignore.... Beyond that initial travelers shift, by the time we got to my aunts home with the flowers, change took on another layer- a deeper, flowing, serenity that allowed pure giddy outbursts of joy to express.
My mothers people are known for being passionate, known for their music and the freshness of their food. It's in the soil (red dirt), the air (ocean air ions), the climate (warm and wet, but, not muggy) and the flowers.
Flowers affect us on so many levels. As children we are not too shy to touch them...and for those of us who are allowed our sixth sense- well, the flowers speak to us.
Even on that island, the winter can be quite cold and wet. The wet cold doesn't go on long enough for people to completely shift out of their easy going ways. Their bodies remember the flexibility warmth allows. Flower essences have been stored and brought out for special recipes. When grandmother makes cookies on my mothers island, the faint scent of flowers is mixed in with the scent of sugar and butter. Herbs are dried for infusions, and sprinkling on foods that are still fresh. It doesn't get so cold as to not be able to fish or farm.
Which brings me to another body, mind, spirit altering factor. The freshness of a fruit that was raised less than a mile away (or in the case of grapes - overhead) , in soil known to be the most fertile, being cut open - fills the home and terrace with it's scent, it's taste and it's energy. The concentrated nutrients coupled with all senses being stimulated naturally, make for healthier, happier people. Colors change us. Scent changes us. Warmth ...it all has a profound effect that moves us to create music. Music that is a conversation with the surroundings allow us to dance with the essence of it all. Even when it appears one isn't dancing, music creates atmosphere. In the case of a rich culture blessed with warmth and the abundance that grows in it- Music allows us to be more connected to the atmosphere.
All of these things raise the seratonin level naturally, allowing us more openness...and a sense of freedom. Our stimulated brains accept grace more easily.
In places where there is live music, flowers, fresh food, spices and warmth, we are more open, we tend to be friendlier, we tend to have cultural expressions like:
"It's all good" (New Orleans)
"Nothing is ever finished by the grace of Allah" ( Morrocco)
Cei la vie (South of France)
"Shall we dance, then?" Zorba, the Greek
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