Tag: short-story

  • Lisboa, Portugal

    I have experienced some pretty amazing cab rides during my travels-each an adventure in itself…memories and moments not soon forgotten-you can really meet some very interesting characters in the short space of time in going from one stop to another…a few short recollections-

    He pulled over to the curb in a shiny black Peugeot, barely stopping long enough for us to  clamber in, and JUST enough time to close the door securely, before our taxi driver barely turning his head towards us, heard Jenna utter “the square” simultaneously and instantly accelerated forward, surging into traffic at a speed that left me grinning and Jenna, wide-eyed and quickly attempting to pull on her seatbelt. Darting in between lanes, as if we were in the latest Fast and Furious movie, we were tossed back and forth (I had not put my belt on yet) sending us knocking into each other and the safely (we hoped) closed doors of what we realized in a matter of moments, was a cab ride akin to an amusement or carnival ride…I took the briefest moment to observe him, our cab driver, as he honked repeatedly in irritation and squeezed by the stopping bus, again with a quick lane change, narrowly missing the taillight and bumper of said bus, darting into the left lane, and again accelerating as he slammed the manual stick shift into third, cutting narrowly and swiftly in front of the now moving bus, the very bus we were moments ago behind, another horn blaring -at us this time, I presumed from the annoyed bus driver. Our driver had dark glasses on (expensive), obscuring his eyes, his hand left the stick shift and began slowly twisting his mustache ends, one side then the other into a slim point of “cool”, not quite what we’d consider “handlebar” but similar in style, and it struck me just a bit comical, I had to fight down my giggle. He was an indiscriminate age, as with glasses I could not see any telltale lines, either laughter or of age, good skin, well kept hands,  his hair short and neat, silver flecking throughout as with his well trimmed and shaped, longish goateebeard…all the while tapping the hand on the steering wheel to a Portuguese hit…we paused briefly at the red light, his impatience evident, yet he utilized the time productively I guess one could say, as reached for a comb across the stick shift by the glove compartment and began to comb and smooth his beard, briefly flipping down the visor mirror-did his eyes notice me smiling in amusement from the back seat while he was doing all this? He seemed to, but no expression was evident in his face and I could not see his eyes, just a bit of a head tilt indicating maybe he did?…the white T shirt stretched across broad shoulders as he reached back over to place the comb back in the cubby by the passenger side…the light turns green and we are jolted back in our seats again, as he weaves in and out of traffic, I found the whole thing greatly amusing, a bit thrilling even, and again had to bite back my laugh, as I study him some more, the many, many tattoos…almost a sleeve on the left, a cursive name “Filipe” on the forearm, what looks to be coins scattered as well up his forearm beginning low on the wrist and partially on his hand, a circle with a Batman emblem on the space between thumb and forefinger…my eyebrows go up…a bit surprised at this apparent DC comic reference…the faint smell of cigar and some spicy cologne, a not unpleasant combination …a very intriguing individual, fashionable jeans and shoes (the Portuguese have beautiful leather and cork products especially shoes.

    …I will have to say best, if not MOST interesting cab ride and “cabbie” (almost…one other I can think of) to date…as he pulled over and Jenna very pale and wobbly, likely fighting down nausea as she often experiences car sickness, quickly climbed out upon the hot concrete and cobbled sidewalks-me exiting with a huge smile (though I did feel bad for Jen) -attempted to give a generous tip but he just waived it off, nodded and accelerated-maybe he had as much fun in observing our reactions to the ride as he had doing it – 🙄😂 as I said INTERESTING

  • May Mischief, Meditation and Celebration…

    My eyes twinkled and excitement coursed through my veins, anticipation building for the Beltane celebration at a special and tucked away sanctuary of local standing stones and labyrinth we are gathering at, it whips through my mind briefly and tugs out fond memories of my recent adventure to Scotland and the very ancient stones I had visited there. I stand here twisting and braiding my hair and carefully adorning each braid (3 in total) with 3 shells- Why Three Shells? It is something I have always known to do, unexplainable to me but know it is just the way it should be done -but the number three carries strong symbolic weight across many “pagan” traditions: for example 

    • Triple goddess: maiden, mother, crone (moving into my “crone era-wise, wisdom)
    • Three realms: land, sea, sky
    • Life cycles: birth, life, rebirth
    • Balance and harmony

    Using three shells brings a sense of completion, balance, and sacred triad energy…creation, growth, abundance …also I might mention the Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Ghost (I’ll probably be scolded by someone about the appropriateness of including in a post about Beltane 🤷‍♀️🙄😬 just pointing out the concept of the number 3 holds significance in many thought) so I continue to adorn my hair- 

    I intuitively reach for my amber necklace, a gift from a friend brought back from Europe so somehow also feels “appropriate” and while not a traditional crystal, in the usual sense (as it is fossilized tree resin, often millions of years old) think of its organic origin. Amber is strongly associated with warmth, sunlight, and life force, protection, grounding and calming energy.

    In many traditions, amber is thought to “hold” energy from the past, making it powerful for reflection, ancestral connection, and gentle cleansing. Making it in my mind, PERFECT for a Beltane celebration. What is Beltane you ask? Beltane is an ancient Celtic festival (Edinburgh has a huge one) marking the midpoint between spring and summer. It celebrates:

    • Fertility, growth, and abundance
    • Fire, passion, and vitality
    • Union of masculine and feminine energies 
    • The peak of spring’s life force

    Traditionally, people lit bonfires, danced with ribbon, and colorful scarves and attire around the Maypole, and honored the natural world in full bloom, gifts of shared food and feasting, and revelry, enjoying nature- a purification of the unwanted and old to make way for positive manifestation.

    As I approach the venue, Celtic music softly playing on my speakers, my windows rolled down, the flow of air through the open portals tossing my hair around in wild frenzy, a dance as the seashells dangling in my hair jingling from their rings whip about, bouncing and twirling against each other.  I notice how vibrant green the leaves of trees are, the faint waft of some flowering plants/trees (likely culprits of my allergies I’ve battled of recent) delightfully fragrant and I am glad I’ve doubled up on my allergy meds.  I hear running water to my right some where amongst the thick vegetation, hidden from my sight here on the road as I negotiate a turn, I smile and think how amusing to be turning down a road called “Ireland Rd” on my way to a Celtic celebration of Beltane-I amuse easily, but do wonder if it was intentional  or just something I noticed?

    Pulling in and parking, I grab an armful of my things and make my way through a brushy trail, the birds flitting from tree to tree to bush around me, and then I step into the opening and view of the labyrinth-while just tender and new in it’s spring growth, not in full splendor can tell how magnificent it must be in full foliage and beauty-the sense of peace and presence of this spot, filling the corners of my eyes with tears of an emotion I’m not sure I fully understand-the tall trees encircling this beautiful laid out spot for reflection standing as guardians-PERFECTION my excitement now almost uncontainable I set my things in a space and adventure down the other trail I noticed…leading to a most inspiring sight of blue sky a peek of Mt Hood in her glory and the  amazing circle of standing stone-can you feel the magic? I surely did-but maybe that is the magic we all hold in ourselves if we only let loose enough, are authentic enough, to let ourselves experience it? The magic we carry with us every moment of everyday? Standing here deep breathing, momentarily alone, as I hear laughter and greetings behind me-we are gathering-I am again moved by emotion, in awe and appreciation of nature and her gifts, honored to be invited to take part, share and play in the magic of this day and these people-let’s make merry and mischief 🥰🔥😄

    With Light, ✨

    Denise

    Scotland memories of a few sites with amazing energy- Glen Affric, Culloden, Clava Cairns