A squirrel was climbing the branches of the tree. I saw it clearly; my nephew pointed it out to me. Then, I look at the photo and I can't see it anymore.
A photo taken with my phone... what can I say, I don't have high expectations. Anyway, I know that up there, in the tree, there is a squirrel... and it will remain there, in my photograph, for as long as I can remember.
I recently read about a study conducted by some researchers, I don't know where, which recommends that people suffering from depression, sadness, and personal dissatisfaction take a trip to the places where they were born. This would help them heal!
I believe in such methods, which lie on the border between medicine and something more mysterious, related to the power of the earth, the moon, and the universe.
This was the reason for a new trip to the place where I was born, to verify the theory I mentioned earlier. Actually, it wasn't the reason; it was just the pretext.
I now live in a place 400 km away from where I was born. I have to cross Romania from south to north to get there.
This autumn is less warm and sunny than last year. It rains quite a lot and looks exactly how autumn should be. In recent years, it has been much warmer and sunnier, and I have become accustomed to autumn weather that is more like summer.
I waited for a good forecast, for a spell without rain, and set off on my journey as soon as I had the hope of three sunny days.
That's how I ended up once again in the place where I was born (in Romanian, they also say "where my mother made me").
The place where I was born is magical to me. Fortunately (or unfortunately), it has changed significantly, except for the rugged terrain, which serves as a reminder and a cure for health and detoxification, as I often trod upon it in my distant childhood, when I was a prince, free to go wherever I wanted and without obligations.
Now my nephew is the same age I was when I was so happy. He invited me to take a walk along the roads and paths of yesteryear.
Many things are the same, and nothing is the same... especially the 65 years that have passed since I was a child. I have nostalgia, I have beautiful memories, and that's all. After three days, I missed my little house in the big, faraway city.
I don't know how many more times I'll be able to come here... until I can no longer do so. That's why, every time I get to where my mother made me, I think it might be for the last time.
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words. When I post on Photography Lovers, the words have even less importance; they serve as a companion to the photos I want to share. This often makes the story uninteresting, yet it is necessary; otherwise, the photos would merely be a series of ordinary images.
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to overjudge the text and to focus on the photos.
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I'm not so sure.
Everything depends on the beholder.
I assure you that the methods you mention are very effective because often what we feel has very deep roots, deep within us, and is related to the past or our family. You know it's there but you don't know exactly where, like that squirrel you know is in the tree, but you have to enlarge the photograph and search hard to find it. That's how these things work.
The landscapes of the place you went to are beautiful, and those autumn colours bring nostalgia. If it does you so much good, you should go whenever you can. There is a bond or connection with that place, and if something needs to be revealed, it will be, and you will heal what you need to heal. If not, just enjoy being there. I am glad to see you again. Hugs!
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Thank you, I'm also pleased to see you.
You're right, I feel the same way.
Take good care of yourself! Big hug!
Thank you!
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I think the place is wonderful! That walking path looks idylic. No wonder it brings back nostalgia. I'm sure you've had such precious feelings coming back here!
I hope you are in good health!
Salutari de la Arad.
It is a joy to read this message. I wondered if you would ever return to us (in the meantime, I, too, have drifted away and written only very rarely), and I am now happy to see that you have not forgotten.
The place of childhood is magical, and I am happy that I can still go there. You are right, a flood of feelings overwhelms me when I get there.
Inteleg cat de plina este viata ta cu doi copii, cu doi baieti si, evident, nu mai ai timp pentru altele.
In ultimul timp nu am mai verificat Hive si ma bucur ca am facut-o acum, cand tu ai scris din nou.
Multumesc pentru "salutari", sper sa mai vad multe de acum in colo.
Putere, rabdare, bucurie, pace, viata frumoasa iti doresc!
I am many times thinking at some people here ☺️ and I do miss being active. Its like a habit. Hive is my social media. I am not using Facebook much, same as instagram. And I am here since 2018, January, so you can imagine sharing posts and all this it became a habit after all this time;. It'a pleasure, something I do it with joy.
Anyways, in other words, childhood memories are something really really special for everyone and we all treasure those moments, for eternity. Unless we get Alzhimer, haha (a joke)....
Eu sunt intr-un punct acum in care ma simt fara energie si putin defocalizata . Dar va veni mai bine de atat, sunt sigura.
Mulțumesc si eu pentru mesaj, pentru încurajări!
Ha,ha... "nu vorbi de franghie in casa spanzuratului". Alzhimer este una dintre cele mai mari frici ale mele (la inceput de Ianuarie implinesc 72 de ani) si a inceput sa fie tot mai evident ca uit tot mai mult. Curios este ca-mi amintesc lucruri din timpul scolii, recunosc muzica si texte pe care le-am auzit acum 50 de ani, dar nu mai stiu bine ce am facut ieri...
Inteleg starea ta, este normal cand trebuie sa ai grija de doi copii, si mai ales de cel mai mic. Singura mea nepoata, Ilinca, a implinit sase ani si este cu totul altceva, s-a schimbat si ma inteleg bine cu ea, dar cand era mica... au fost probleme. Abia acum incep sa ma simt bunic si vad ca si ea ma percepe astfel. Spun o banalitate adevarata, copiii sunt intradevar niste vampiri energetici si storc tot din noi, dar sunt convins ca vei reveni curand la starea de inainte si la timpul sa te ocupi si de tine.
As for Hive, I think and feel the same way you do. I was happy to find this community that allowed me to make some friends, of course, far away, but different from Facebook friends. More than that, it made me want to write and develop myself in this.
It would be a shame not to continue writing here, especially since you do it so well. Your writing is of such high quality.
I say let's wish each other well and hope to see each other here again next year.
It was my pleasure to reply to your message. All the best!
Not every photo has to be high resolution to have significance. This one shares a story, particularly with that playful squirrel in the tree :)
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Hahaha. Those last words made me laugh, but I must say that the photos and text are beautiful. What's more, the text provided information that we might never have known, that this space is your nest, the place where you were born, and that, as Dorothy says in The Wizard of Oz, “There's no place like home.” Best regards.