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Friday, February 3, 2017

FEBRUARY FLOWER

The February flower is Violet.


This is a low, herbaceous plant that comes in various shades of blue, mauve, yellow and cream as well as several species identified as pansies and symbolize faithfulness, humility and chastity.

The violet has appeared in myth, paintings and literature in history.

Folklore tells us that Attis, a dying earth god, mutilated himself under a pine tree and as a result during spring equinox a felled pine tree would be brought to earth mother goddess Cybele. It would be wrapped in wool swaths decorated with violets, as it was believed they appeared from Attis’ blood on the ground.

A similar legend points to violets growing where Greek Ajax killed himself in shame over an act of cowardice. The Greek dramatist Aristophanes used the phrase “violet-crowned city” to describe Athens in one of his plays, and English historian Macauley did the same.

As the flower symbolizes love of truth, or the truth of love, the tomb of Roman tyrant Nero was said to be decorated with violets each spring by someone who had secretly admired or loved him.

In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, violets are used to convey constancy and devotion and appear in lyrics to a song sung in Act IV, Scene 5 that states, “I would give some violets, but they withered all when my father died.”

Violets were apparently used as a food source for the Tartans having been cooked down into a soup. In the Middle Ages, Monks called them the Herb of the Trinity and favoured the violet for its scent. Medieval herbalists believed violets had antiseptic properties and claim they soothed pain and also stopped the growth of malignant tumors. Romans believed they cured spleen disorders and gout.

The word ‘volet’ is believed to originate from the word ‘vias’ which translates to mean ‘wayside.’

Hidden messages of the Violet included “I’ll Always Be True” (violet) and “Let’s Take A Chance” (White/Cream).

In the United States, the violet is a popular symbol with four states adopting it as a state flower. Wisconsin chose the wood violet in 1909 as state flower; Rhode Island selected it in 1897 and adopted that choice in 1968.

Illinois picked the violet as their state flower in 1907 and the ‘common meadow’ violet became the official state flower of New Jersey in 1971.

The flower associated with St. Valentine’s Day has often been identified as the rose, but in actual fact, the violet is connected to the Christian priest who was imprisoned by a Roman emperor. As the legend goes, St. Valentine kept encouraging believers with messages of friendship and love.

He apparently crushed violet blossoms found outside his cell to make ink, which he used to write on leaves with a dove delivering the messages.

American poetess Phoebe Fulkerson Harris documented the tradition of sending postcards and letters on St. Valentine’s Day with violets with her poem “Lines accompanying a bunch of violets sent on St. Valentine’s Day” in 1900.

It is also a well-known practice in New England to decorate a Valentine’s Day gift of a box of chocolates with a bouquet of violets.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

WHAT'S IN A NAME?



"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet" quoth Juliet as she was falling in live with Romeo; they both knew their families were enemies to one another.

Interesting about names....... about The Name that God Himself gives..... I have been wondering about mine, if I have one, aware that God gives that name to someone at a moment of change, of calling.... and that the name has meaning and purpose, speaks of that meaning and purpose, destiny.

That is, for example, what happened to Jude (from the Haven in Woonsocket). In some ways it doesn't seem a total change, as her name was Judith, some called her Judy (which she did not care for) but JUDE was specific, time, place, and calling.....

Dvorah is MY birth name and confirmation name. I have thought much about the Biblical Deborah through the years, sitting under that tree, judging the people of God, mediating disputes. I am mediating disputes and like that now as an ombudsman sometimes..... "Bee" as in busy. Productive. (And funny that my adoptive name of Beverly refers to the Beaver, which is also seen as "busy")

Have always admired the Biblical Abigail. Always had a notion that once David took her as one of his wives, she was one equal to him somehow in shrewdness and intellect, one he could confide in, not just for playing games with. "My father is joy" is what Abigail means.

Hannah is a personal favorite of mine. I was godmother to a Hannah, long time ago. Things have not been good for that little girl, now a young adult. She has several psychiatric diagnoses, many issues.... no real surprise, considering her heritage and upbringing, Sicilian and generational strega, which means Witch in Italian. And yet..... Grace. Wonderful quality, wonderful name.

My most beloved kitty cat is Gracie; she had been given to me by Jude at the Haven in 2003 when she was six months old, for my birthday. A most unusual cat, she's been my companion, resident pet therapist at the Haven, companion and comforter for my mother when she lived with me, and now getting fairly "senior" herself, she is my "baby".

Ruth. Love the name, love the story in the Bible, one of my personal favorites. And Ruth means "friend", also a favorite word, concept, actuality. Once upon a time God said I was "a friend, a true friend". (Had an aunt Ruth, the most unpleasant, most negative person I have ever known.... unfortunately. Married to Ingvar, also unpleasant, negative, they were two of a kind. From the adoptive family. Now I've met so many of the birth family, there's an aunt Ruth there too, also unpleasant, negative. What's with that?)

Don't know the Hebrew for Rose, but that is also a favorite--- the beauty, the time of year it blooms, the scent, the thorns.... Thinking of an old Swedish hymn one line translated as "Thanks for roses by the wayside, Thanks for thorns their stems contain!" If my son Carl had been a girl we were going to name her Lina Rose. Lina is for a Swedish hymn writer who lived 1832-1903. As a Covenanter I grew up with her songs, in English and Swedish. And Rose... is Rose.

Sort of a stream of consciousness going on here.... I love words and names and meanings.

As to my adoptive name Beverly--- a tribal name, it is from the Anglo Saxon and means "Beaver Meadow". Birth name Deborah, from the Hebrew meaning "Bee". But I'm not convinced either is my "real" name, the one from God.

I love gardens, so maybe my Real Name has to do with a gardens or gardening. Wish I had some dirt, which living in an apartment and now a condo I do not. Wish I had a porch at least, as I'd have buckets and hangings as a garden. Oh well, maybe someday. I mean in this life, as I believe we'll be going Back to the Garden, so to speak, one day.

I've gotten quite plump and middle-aged. No surprise that I'm a "Nana" to someone, and hope to be to more. Hey, Nana is another name!