Daisy - Flower Meanings

"The rose has but a summer reign,

The daisy never dies"

- James Montgomery, The Daisy

Origin & History

The daisy derived its English name from the Anglo-Saxon term daes eage, or "day's eye," referring to the way this flower opens and closes with the sun.

Sentiment & Symbolism

Primarily known as the symbol of childhood innocence, this charming wildflower is said to originate from a Dryad who presided over forests, meadows, and pastures. According to Roman mythological legend, the nymph Belides, as she danced with the other nymphs at the edge of the forest, caught the eye of Vertumnus, the god of the orchards. To escape his unwanted attention, she transformed herself into the flower bellis, which is the daisy's botanical name.

Similar in appearance to some chrysanthemums, daisies continue to be associated with simplicity and modesty — two characteristics carried over from Victorian times. A well-known practice originated with heartbroken Victorian maids who wished to be loved once again by their suitors. A maid would pluck a daisy's petals one by one, chanting, "He loves me, he loves me not," for each petal pulled. Of course, it was the last petal that predicted the situation's outcome.

A young maiden would also pick a handful of daisies with her eyes closed. The number of blossoms she held in her hand told of the number of years that remained until she married.

While its modest simplicity made the daisy a favorite flower of many poets, its healing and predictive powers made it popular not only with farmers, but also with an infamous English king. Spring, medieval farmers would say, would not arrive until one could set a foot on twelve daisies; to dream of daisies in springtime or summer was a lucky omen, but dreams of them in fall or winter meant certain doom. Transplanting wild daisies to a cultivated garden was considered to be very unlucky. King Henry VIII ate dishes of daisies to relieve himself from his stomach-ulcer pain; during this time it was also believed that drinking crushed daisies steeped in wine, in small doses over 15 days, would cure insanity.

Color Messages

Generally speaking, daisies indicate innocence, purity, and gentleness on behalf of both the giver and the receiver. Daisies say, "You have as many virtues as this plant has petals," or, "I will consider your request." A white daisy represents shared feelings of affection, while a red daisy tells of beauty unknown to the possessor.
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White Daisy Meaning
White daisies symbolize innocence and purity, they represent simplicity, as well as new beginnings. White daisies may hide secret love messages in their blooms, or even little secrets like “I won’t tell”.
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Things That Make Mother's Laugh When Their Child Sleeps

I admit, when my son; was asleep, I'd imagine ways to get his attention. I remember, someone telling me in High School; that during his Summer Camp; bunk mates would play a prank on those who slept. I dunno if it's true but since my son was in diapers -i thought, wow; it would be great to try this out!

so, I decided to grab some warm water in a bowl and place it beside my sleeping child; then took his hand and tried to dip it in the water. Just then it made me question: could this story be true? it was difficult to put his hand in the bowl of water without getting him wet. I came to the conclusion that to properly do this prank, one must have the hand easily accessible and it must be lowered down into the bowl of water or water container. Since my failed attempt, I realized the crib is not the best condition to experiment if this does work. **smiles**

(for the record: I happen to have been enrolled in Parenting Class during High School, Adult and Child CPR certified, and a few crash courses in parenting workshops organized with the Hospital where my son was born)

I did have a time, trying to keep my laughter from waking the baby. It was the most 'silly' thing I think I've done while my son slept.

Similar topic, a morning interview of a mother who took pictures while her child slept. I thought it was most precious to see the Photography Portfolio online; I first saw these photographs on an old friend's blog (akit). So, when the interview was aired ( i don't remember which show ) i was impressed with her experience and I didn't even realize that the photos were taken of a sleeping child. As the story goes, from what I remember of the interview, she would take the clean laundry she had in the house and would piece together forced perceptions of a child awake. For instance, she would use blankets and books to create the image of the bookworm.

Here's a link of a few of her imaginative creations:

Listening to the interview, was humbling.
beautiful.

today's MetroRide

I had an eventful morning in the rain.

It started to drizzle when I stepped out from the apartment for the Santa Monica Pier;
If it had not been for the few drops that had landed on me at first, maybe I would have taken a different route; the more traditional route - over the Santa Monica mountains an onto Westwood/UCLA area and afterward to the Pier; however, had missed the earlier bus over the hill; I 'winged' my plans today, just a bit...

The 'stroll of sorts' took me to parts of Downtown LosAngeles, USC/Exposition Park area, I laughed passing through the CrenshawMetroStation (seriously. pulling into the station there's an extraordinary display of graffiti.) then Metro'd it until the end of the line: CulverCityStation. From there, I got on another bus headed west; seriously it had just pulled in...  and then, lastly, just by chance: found Santa Monica. I thought I wasn't going to see the coast today.

at the start of the journey; I figured, 

"Why not? I have a Metro month pass, it's about to rain...

I need to get away from the Apartment; at least for the morning."

Each 'area' visited was all based on 'luck', i guess; I had taken whatever bus was pulling into the stop; keeping my feet dry was my motivation. Metro had become a temporary shelter from the rain;

good gawd! Did anyone noticed how wet it was this early morning?!? it was pouring! Puddles, everywhere! my feet were soaked. There were moments in the journey where I found myself grumbling!

..."If I had worn the rain shoes instead..."

I can genuinely say: "I had a very good morning, SIGHTSEEING..."

Outside the window of the BluishGreenishLine... aka ?Metro ExpoLine?" i'm unsure about its name, not really concerned to google metro's name for it (sorry). It was above ground. You can see buildings. such as the Staples Center, some Car thingy place, St. John's Cathedral, Felix the Cat; etc. ventured out around Exposition Park station.

I couldn't help it; I was like a mosquito drawn to blue zapper light thingy... you could imagine how unpleasant it became when my shoes stepped into a deep puddle.

the USC area is quite unique & pleasant; what I remember most of its buildings other than its red bricks. :) were the buildings with 'figures' shaped into the wall. One building had a figure of two dancers; a male and a female; the male was lifting the female and I could help but notice his "feet"; the dude had toes. **smiles**

makes me wonder who's idea was that? It does kinda remind me of a StarWars scene where HarrisonFord's character get stuck in the wall ...of ... err ... um; let's leave it as "stuck in the wall" lmao. yes.

no... it's not HansSolo on brick walls; that's the best I can do for description.
**smiles** I didn't bring my camera. k. yup another Kodak moment not caught on camera.

USC area is very unlike, other college campus communities I've visited in the past. (generally speaking: USD, CSUN, UCLA, UCSB; to name a few.) and gosh! the trees! there are so many different species that have roots at Exposition Park!
If I only had my camera... words doesn't do its beauty justice.

There's a rose garden area; and stolling a bit more, I found myself at the back 'entrance' of the Science Center, where the Cleopatra & Endeavor shuttle are on display. nope, I didn't see any exhibits today; maybe another day. I didn't occur to me, until later; the path didn't look familiar because I was coming from the opposite side; the Metro/Pedestrian friendly side... waay different from the area where I used to drive around & park; when I used to drive.

Planning to return to the USC/Exposition Park area again later this week; if weather, timing, and fates allow.

yup. I'm going to stop here.

Mister Meeps: "I know! I know!" & the alike

Cloud Atlas... well... you can look it up on IMDb, without a doubt it'll describe its plot much better than I can.

What I wanted share was my favorite of the characters: Mister Meeps, the Scottish little ole man who aids the quite 'rebellion' in the nursing home; He's not too hard to find: the words he repeats most of the time during the nursing home timeline is "I know! I know!"; Amazingly, he's also among the crew members during the timeline of ship set for America from an area in Africa, please bear with me if I have the destinations all wrong; that's from my understanding and i hope i recalled the timeline well, I'm open to corrections. He's the one with the silvery white hair and puppy eyes. I think they may have been blue.

In the past, I have lived in nursing homes; and i do recall may persons resembling the character like of Mr. Meeps. In fact, I strongly agree that I can relate, because I also have had some type of aphasia of sorts; very like his. Only difference: instead of repeated "I know! I know!"; my version was "I don't know! I don't know!" **smiles** So, while watching the movie solo in the movie theaters I couldn't contain my laughter, because: "I know! I know!"

His character had shined best. the type of aphasia that strikes me during times of frustration, does not come out in a stutter, very similar to one; although, its more like an inability speak for oneself. It's sad, however just as bittersweet, if one does find their thoughts and voice once again.

that's about it.

This Morning's Thoughts

before the Sun rises from the east; as it does each day since... who knows...
theses are a few thoughts this morning.

Since Elementary school, I've always hoped to study a little Greek/Roman mythology; however, i didn't. The academic class I was enrolled in, then - the subjects covered in class at the time: American History; including studies of concepts of the American Constitution, memorizing the Preamble of the Declaration of Independence, and elementary stuff.

LOL! I was enrolled in ESL; however, overall a humbling experience.

Luckily, my sister was enrolled in a more 'advanced' elementary class than I. Our class agendas were very different. Somedays looked forward asking her to 'tell me a story'; what did you learn in class today? Fortunately, she had the time and patience for me.

remark:
In retrospect, **smiles** sure! the stories were passed to me via word of mouth; (not beside a campfire or community gathering, where the head muchacho had the 'spirit stick' or some silliness alike)
I revisit the stories at libraries, at bookstores, during movie adaptations, and during everyday Life Imitating Art and vice versa situations, etc. In addition, I feel fortunate to had the teachers cover the subject (slightly) during Anthropology at HS

One of my personal projects during Elementary school, was the handwritten (greek/roman) Family Tree **smiles** sources used to make the Tree were books, then found  in the local public library. (most likely, the Panorama City LAPL)

The childhood paper; is lost most likely it had been thrown away, not intentionally; by accident perhaps. what i remember of it: it was written in pencil on paper that wasn't white, more like off-white color.

There will always be differences of origin roots of 'each mythological Character'; and a handful of memorizing and stuff to go along with it.

Today, I forgotten most stories, last one i recalled reading; was a few years ago. I revisited the 'mythological' story of Selene and Endymion while thumbing through an illustrated book in a bookstore in Studio City, CA

something about 'eternal' sleep sounds tragic.
Something this morning had me googling a little more information about that book
anyhow, Good Morning!

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Anne Sippi Clinic in East Los Angeles, CA

originally posted on Google+
August 28, 2012

Anne Sippi Clinics

my personal review on Mental Health Care at the Anne Sippi Clinic
East Los Angeles, CA

I wish to report on the Level of Care, Client & Staff relationship, and Over all Excellence of the program at the Anne Sippi Clinics have left a positive long-term impression on myself.

I had an amazing experience with this program; I highly recommend the program to friends, family, and to the public. What drew me to the program was it's well articulated description provided to me in paper. In blind faith I agreed to be admitted to the Clinic with the help of my mental health case worker. Yes, I did have my ups and downs during the initial admission; however, overall, they did meet all my expectations, providing me with excellent care.

Having a professional and caring staff/support group makes the difference to a program's success. Treatment and the road to better Mental Health Wellness is not all bells and whistles; The staff and the residents were my light during my darkness. In my opinion, this is what well rounded program should be, where assertive communication, understanding, & respect is reciprocated between staff and client. If there were more clinics like these available to the public; i gain more hope for the future of mental health.

Generally speaking, Treatment & Recovery will always be a case by case; client & staff relationships will always vary. I positively blog to bring awareness to the public that Mental Health Programs are out there are in need of support.

Today's economy is the not perfect. Budget cuts, Healthcare reform, Politics, etc. maybe the main reasons that less and less funds are allocated towards genuine & quality care in mental health. most programs get compromised, (generally speaking) harder to find quality help.

I pray that Anne Sippi Clinics will continue with their success.

Although I strongly believe I have no power over the current economy whatsoever, I bring my sincere thoughts and opinions to the table publicly. In my opinion, if I were to be some wealthy philanthropist looking for a cause to fund, this would be on the map for 'definitely'. It's not a matter of the case load quantity, but more along the lines, quality for those in need.

*winks and smiles*

The Anne Sippi Clinic that I am most familiar with is the one in located in East Los Angeles, California.
I have yet to find a program that matches the excellence of AnneSippiClinics.
Currently, I reside in the heart of the San Fernando Valley.

note: These are entirely my opinions, I do not endorse, condone, represent, or so & so and blah, blah, blah...
Personal experience has been main source of information.