dweller by the river

sojourner of earth attempting to understand the journey home

Post-Trip Musings

The husband and I recently tagged along with friends on a trip to Bangkok, Thailand. Being the sort of people we are, we spent most of our time in the outskirts of the city, in plant markets, at plant fairs and at farms. Not for us the mad shopping and boisterous crowds of the city centre.

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True to form, I failed to take any photographs of ourselves or our friends. My point-and-shoot camera’s SD card is full of pictures of plants, and occasional images of food. Oh, and I discovered that I really like (certain types of) succulents. Maybe they will start to show up on this blog in time. I don’t know yet. Haha.

We didn’t miss home. Well, to be accurate, we missed our home, the apartment where we live, but we didn’t miss our home country, which is a city state. I for one was more relaxed out there among Thailand’s open expanses; on the few occasions that we found ourselves braving traffic (both vehicular and human) in an urban area, we were jittery and bad-tempered (me in particular). And it wasn’t five minutes after our plane touched down back on home ground that both our friends and us started to get irritated by the people and things around us.

Before I left on this trip I had been entertaining thoughts of coming back with wonderful revelations about life and spirituality, and I had expected to sit down upon my return and pen something insightful and thoughtful. In reality, I’m just tired; I miss my time away, and I feel more hemmed in and agitated than ever by the general lack of greenery and fresh air. I felt oppressed and stuck in the office, and am twitchy among crowds.

It’s just like both times I came back from Hawai’i—some time is probably needed before whatever I really learned or gained from the trip comes up to the surface of my consciousness. I’m just wondering for the umpteenth time whether E and I really, really need to seriously consider moving. I guess time will tell? …or will it just show that we were too afraid to take risks?

T. seleriana

The T. seleriana isn’t one of my favourite tillandsias, but it’s got a pleasing sort of fatness to it that makes me smile. Depending on where a particular specimen comes from, it may be longer or shorter, fatter or slimmer, and it’s the really huge ones that I prefer. Mine is a “rescue”, bought on impulse during a 50%-off sale where tillandsias were simply thown in piles and heaps in dark boxes and old ceramic pots for customers to rummage through.

Being a slow-growing species, it’s not surprising that my T. seleriana has showed nearly no noticeable growth over more than a year. It did put out a new leaf or two and get a bit longer (taller?) and thicker, but not in an obvious way. Sadly it was doing well till just last week when after two weeks of mad daily thunderstorms, it seemed to have gotten a bit of rot. I’ve been trying to dry it out but I’m not sure if it will make it.

Anyway, here are some photos. T. seleriana is one of the most easily recognisable tillandsia species in existence, there’s no missing one.

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