Scents of the Holidays?
The memory portal opens;
Small thumb pressing cloves into an orange that oozes,
Pine as it warms and wanders through the house,
Shortbread cookies, rhubarb pies, turkey all riding on the heat blast from the oven door,
Cinnamon drinks, is velvet a smell? Is snow? Is 40 below?
Can you smell the dark?
The questions bring me back, I dive back in;
Now comes the scent of Holiday hugs,
Grandma Gladys – Shalimar and baby powder flesh cushions
Grandma Ada – dusty Emaraude, cool pearls on my cheek,
Mom – Chanel # 5 and hairspray,
Dad – Old Spice and cigars ground into wool,
Grandpa – worn cotton and warmly sour,
But that’s Christmas long past.
I dive again and as I do, I slow, into the space, the calm and delicious dark inner space from where answers come from, where memories are retrieved.
Oh, how wonderful, it is here and I wait, floating in the dark, suspended, in this place like before the universe was born.
Nothing comes and I wonder what this has to do with the scents of the holidays,
Then it begins to happen, out there, part of the darkness starts to turn and move and a smoky shape oscillates in a contrary motion and at a contrary speed.
An idea, a memory, is beginning to be born and the experience is identical to conjuring a scent. The way I receive a scent is the way I receive an idea, an inspiration,
Out of nothing, when it is darkest, at ground zero, there is a gathering and when it hits a certain mass or velocity – we meet. Conscious of each other, the dance of expansion begins – equal partners.
So today, holiday scents are for me…a yielding to the experience of scenting.
With a Halleluiah and a Glory Be.
Wishing you Peace.
Wendel at FernPoppy.com
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