Blessings for Now, Abundance, Health and a whole lotta LOVE!
This amaryllis was received as a gift from my neighbour. I nurtured it from bulb to bloom. Seeing it evolve closely was a joy to behold as I crafted these images for the entire month. I then published the series in my blog two years ago. Rumi’s quote fills me with awe and inspiration. I felt it was important to extend the vibrations of love I had received via the amaryllis. So here I am, Rumi and the flower in union while I continue to share my blessings and LOVE!!
A very happy new year to you all. Live every moment of 2018 with blessings, Love and More Love.
Nowruz, the Persian New Year is worldwide celebrated on March 20, 2017 and means “The New Day”. It takes place annually at the equinox in spring and so the exact date is varying. Nowruz is mostly celebrated in Iranian cultural regions, where pupils get a two week holiday to take part in this traditional family feast. People visit their friends and neighbours, exchanging small gifts and best wishes.
The most important Nowruz customs is the collection and consumption of the Haft-Seen, which means “seven seen’s” in English, according to the seven pieces of decoration for the Persian tabletop called Sofreh. Each of them symbolizes a Zoroastrian virtue. Rebirth, affluence, love, health, beauty, sunrise and patience are the seven wishes for the New Year that starts on Nowruz Day.
A mirror for the metaphoric reflexion of the old year, a living fish in water as a symbol for the new life, colored eggs for fertility and a bouquet of hyacinths representing spring are also parts of the festive tabletop. Islamic families add their Koran, Christians their Bible and Zoroastrian people a picture of Zarathustra.
On Wednesday before Nowruz another custom called Chaharshanbe Suri takes place. People jump over small bonfires in the streets, leaving all paleness behind and receiving the flaming Red of the fire. It is common belief that all bad things are left with the fire, which likewise gives off its brilliance and vitality.
The exact moment of the breaking of the New Year is not fixed with a certain time, but celebrated at the equinox. Before that moment could be ascertained easily via internet, the Haji Firooz, an elderly man, painted black and wearing red, danced through the streets on Nowruz, announcing that moment loudly.
The colour this year is white… may it bring peace and joy to the world!!
A crisp februrary morning walk after a sub zero night was refreshing to say the least. It awakened the senses from a rested state. As the fruit smoothie fuelled my body, I wanted to go for a brisk walk at my local country park. It was a beautiful meditation observing frozen puddles of water, the shapes and forms and textures, rich light and unleashed wonderment.
We are all but tracks in time… the shoes and paws and tyres, a palimpsest of imprints and moments captured and marked in the eternity of time. And gone in a wink! Thanks to the small mercies of charged batteries of our handheld toys these days!! So here I am… sharing them. Enjoy. Continue reading Frozen tracks in eternity