This post begins once long ago, a happy carefree time on a distant beach,
Anna and I were fishing off the rocks, oblivious to the artist busy at work at her easel
As we continued to fish it felt so good to enjoy the warmth of the sun , the idle chatter of the seagulls as they swooped over the water and the regular splash of the waves against the rocks.
We both felt silently and totally comfortable with each other, occasionally we would exchange a glance and know that for both of us these were precious moments in life.
Eventually we noticed the artist and went to see what she had painted.
We looked at the water-colour and realized in amazement that it was US and the surrounding scenery that she had captured.
She saw in our eyes how we greedily absorbed every detail in the painting, searching for something, — but for what?
-after all t was just a scenery, and yet we both knew that within that painting was another dimension, which captured the absolute happiness we felt that day.
Through the artist’s generosity we came to own that painting and for all these many years that little water-colour has remained hanging proudly on our wall.
At times through those years when the daily grind got the better of us, we would gaze into that painting, searching for that other dimension, that “scent of time”
Sometimes we would connect to the soul of the painting and as we stared into the painting we would go back in time and the peace and happiness of that day would ebb and flow over us,
the sea lapping and curling between our toes, and that soft cool breeze blowing on our bare skin would renewed our spirits.
Our problems then seemed a littlless daunting, -almost as though they had been washed away by that crisp clear water on that distant beach of long ago.
As the years went by we accumulated many precious moments like these, then sometimes a familiar “scent” might linger in the air leading us back in time, so that for just a moment we could re-live those precious moments of long ago.
Amedeo Minghi the great Italian romantic singer and poet of our time describes these emotions in his beautiful musical track called “The scent of time” (profumo del Tempo) which has been used as the background audio to the slideshow at the end of this post.
He sings of an open hearth and childhood happiness around that warm fire’s glow, of childhood memories of family, of love and Christmas in the snow.
He remembers those childhood holidays, of happiness and so much fun, of running free along the the beach and the feel of the warm summer sun.
As time marches on, another scent replaces that of that childhood innocence ,
With a a memory of that most wonderous feeling of all,
-the feeling of being in love for the very first time, -and then the first tears shed for love.
As time progresses this first love is replaced by something stronger, a love that lasts much longer
safe in each others arms , protected from the world ,by an umbrella of love
But time marches on and soon all we have left are those precious memories which are but
– a scent in the wind of time,
-the smell of the ocean,
-or a picture of a lost love.
-“All sensory stimulations which guide us down that familiar path, “a scent of time” ….
(acknowledgement to Amedeo Minghi (composer/ singer)and Mietta(singer) for this beautiful tune )
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