The other senses...

It blows only twice a year, though: Once for six months north, and once for six months south!

I rememeber sleeping in my drawer (!) at grandma and Grandpa’s home in southern California, feeling so safe with them nearby, and the wind in the palms… It never made me crazy like it did other people.

Hearing the wind now, in my 60s, on TV or in a video as it moves through palm trees brings back the identical feeling of peace and safety.

Smelling water in the desert, rain hitting the dry, flinty dust in the street; even smelling rain as it moves across the forest up in the northwest US where I live now still smells good, but not as delicious as wind in the desert.

I remember the scent of orange trees and other citrus trees in blossom: Like a creature in an old cartoon, this scent can lift me out of my chair, up off my feet and lead me by the nose out through the window in my mind as I peel an orange.

Touching the bark of the (gum) eucalyptus trees where I went to Uni, out in the little grove of it where I would go to study with birds tweeting and rustling, the leaves rattling against each other, these I remember every time I see a photo or painting of a gum tree.

Driving through Oregon, a Pacific Northwest state in the US, stopping at a Rest Area, I was amazed to find the soap at the hand washing station (a BIG round tub with a step-on ring to turn the cold-only water on) brought me back to age 5 when I went to first grade in a Portland school. During the Korean Whatever it Was my dad taught flight school at the air base. Thinking of the school with the playground of the roof, I remembered the first time I got hit under the nose: I was standing too close to a teeter-totter. (I also got it from standing on the wrong side of a friend’s golf swing in uni, and for a third time, in my own living room, having tripped over a small, portable, steel filing box. I was a moving target, but it still managed to get me!

Our efforts at photography and painting only scrape the top of the memory and feeings bin. Our many other senses are so important to us, and are absolutely precious gifts from a loving creator.

® 19 Mar 2011
Dayonda Stribling

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The other senses...


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Close your eyes… what can you remember from your other senses… does the smell of bleach bring anything? The smell of the sea shore?
Apple blossoms scents bring anything to mind?
Can you smell water?

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