MY FAVORITE WORD: Hypaethral

Maybe a week ago I was reading a magazine or newspaper and came across a mention of the site My Favorite Word, at which you can post a favorite word with your thoughts about it, and others can respond with their comments. "Cool," I thought as I visited, bookmarked it, and thought nothing further of the site. Then a couple days later this happened:

"I stumbled across the word hypaethral in a book by Mircea Eliade that I was reading at least 30 years ago. I loved the sound and look of it back then, but hadn't the vaguest idea what it meant, even after wrestling with the context which often yields a sense of a word strange to me. I looked it up, penciled the meaning in the margin, and promptly forgot about it until a couple days ago when culling old books preparing to move cross country. 'Hypaethral' I mused. What a lovely word, how could I have forgotten its sound and sight, much less its meaning: open to the sky; having a roofless central space. Yes, my favorite word even though I forgot about it all these years. To be open to the sky ...." [slightly edited version of my subsequent post to the My Favorite Word web site]

On making this post today it hits me that where I am moving in a month (cross country to outside Santa Barbara in California, in a senior residence) has a central space open to the sky -- i.e. a lawn rimmed with gardens and trees.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

[Image above from webshots.com.]

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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