My mother loved all flowers. But violets were my mother's favorite, and particular Parma violets. Every Valentine's Day my father would bring her a nosegay of these sweet fragrant blooms. At one time, small hand-tied bouquets of these could be found in the flower stalls and shops of cities around the world. I wish today's flower growers and florists would re-introduce them. Till then, this shopping bag I found when helping my mother move many years ago, will remind me of my Mother and her flower love.
Monday, February 4, 2019
Monday, January 21, 2019
“Just dreaming is already important,
I wish you dreams never ending,
And the furious desire to make some,
I wish you to love what to love,
I wish you to forget what to forget,
I wish you birdsongs when you wake up,
I wish you laughs of children,
I wish you silences,
I wish you to resist the stagnation,
To indifference, to the negative virtues of our time.
I especially wish you to be you.”
This beautiful keepsake and sentiment is particularly fitting for Martin Luther King Day, and for dreamers everywhere. I found this years ago in a print shop in the Belgian book town of Redu. It has traveled everywhere with me.