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Poppies in May

I’ve often marveled at how the briefest glimpse or a few notes of a long-loved tune or the wiff of a deep-remembered aroma can instantaneously flip the latch and almost literally throw one back in Time and Space to another existence in one’s life.

For instance, returning from a quick errand the other evening I caught quick sight of a small gathering of brilliant poppies smack up against deep, ruby/plum rhododendrons; and, even though still driving, I was immediately standing at the back, screen door to our breakfast room (it was, also, in May then, too); and, I was in my early teens, barefooted (as usual), in shorts and just about to step out, walk pass the bloomin’ poppies in our small, side garden and out across the cooling grass on my way to the beach, three houses away.

It was those poppies that brought that back so vividly and immediately that I could almost taste that salted and familiar air on my lips.

How can such a full memory be ignited by such a fleeing glance?

How can such a full memory be tucked in the recesses of mind to be released by what can only be described as a less-than-a-moment incidence?

If I had not glanced at just that moment, in just that way…  Or, if the light was not at just that certain slant…  Or, if the rhododendrons had not been just that shade…

So much of our living is filled with those moments of chance and “what if’s” that it almost boggles one — thinking that one’s living is, of course, ordered and logical and, if one dares to say, somewhat predetermined.

To which I say — hogwash, ‘taint so — or else, how to explain those poppies in May and all they’ve occasioned to recall and release and re-make anew in this writing?

Sail on…

Rogue

Poppies

What Cheer, Netop

“What Cheer, Netop”  was the greeting to Roger Williams from the  indigenous Narragansetts.  (“Netop” = friend)

Therefore, it seems appropriate that the first post should be, likewise, inquisitive, friendly and indigenous.

Clearly, “Rogue” is not my given name; but, rather an occasional state of mind/being.  Rogue Island did exist here, at one time.  However, that time has come and gone and the original “Rogue Island” has now been subsumed and the name changed.

However, as a state of mind, Rogue Island lives on in the heart’s of many, including myself – who was clever enough to get the WP URL, gmail and Twitter designations.

Breachway

Sail on ~

Rogue