Yesterday I went to preview a house for sale, the house looks tired and in dire need of TLC, but the backyard has this amazing little space, a secluded corner with broken cobblestones and an old forgotten rose garden, the place is overgrown with vines that climbed up to the trees forming a king of canopy. When I went under the the orange tree, I was taking by a jolt of memories so intense, I nearly cried...what an amazing feeling, it was the sweet aroma of the orange blossoms, the same aroma I remember from my grandmother's garden and I felt embraced in an aura of protection and if not for the fact that we were there to view the house and in a hurry, I would have sat in the very same spot to meditate.
I wonder if there are points of contact like a vortex in our every day time, where we can enter the other world dimension of days gone by...I long to go to my childhood home, like a ghost I would step back in time and visit my grandmothers garden, entering her kitchen, I see myself watching her move around cooking and doing all those things she did so well...she was a wonderful grandmother and my days were always full of her energy, she is in my mind like a busy bee who enters my present days leaving me with the sweet aroma of Spring blossoms and honey.
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Oh yes, I lived in Southern California til I was 12 and remember every house had orange trees as the area used to be an orange grove...I love how scents can just transport you back...
Thanks Teri, I did not realize orange blossoms would be a place where my soul would connect with my grandmother's garden.
By the way, I went to visit your blogs again and was moved to tears by the wonderful place you have set as a memorial to your husband. Thanks so much for sharing your heart with me.
This is a lovely tribute to your grandmother, Griselda.
I had that jolt of memories about a dear aunt of mine, but it came in a dream. It was still very vivid when I awoke. I was in her house, climbing the staircase, playing the organ in the living room, sitting on the chairs in the dining room. When I finally visited her, we discussed the dream, and I told her I had dreamed it because of my strong connection with her spirit. It was our last visit.
I do believe in those vortices. Some places emanate a sacred power, connected to past events or for reasons I can only sense but do not know or fully understand. I am simply grateful to bask in them when I come upon them, or seek them out.
Such an abode can also be cultivated within us, that place of power we create with our own intent.
Thanks Carol...it is sweet of you to say such things...specially because you have your hand on the pulse of life...(I just visited your site)
It is a true honor to meet you...please come back...I will have to make more time to visit you.
Bright Blessings
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