Ever remember a favorite meal your Mom made? How about the cigars your Dad smoked?
I'm talking good memories, not burnt food and 'stinking rope' etc. There are bad memories but for me the good outweigh the bad (Yes, I happen to have become acquainted with the smell of death while with cops I knew. Why mention it? Well, i didn't want this to seem too Pollyannaish, just be positive.).
A perfume a girl wore? Maybe candle wax and paper, even ink.
Of course, no list would be complete for me without recalling the odor of Hoppes #9 as my brother and I cleaned our guns. Good day shooting/hunting. Good times gone but never forgotten.
These things comfort me. They never coddle. Rather, the inspire me to keep going.
Seems whenever I'm down for whatever reason, some sense memory comes to visit, bringing assurance, thoughts of the past to bolster the present and build for the future. Deeds done and deeds to come.
A Friday reflection that I hope brings back the best for you too.
Down for the Count
1 year ago
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That death smell could be cautionary though.
The smell of lovemaking. Humanity.....
Fresh laundry. Making the bed after the aforesaid. But not too soon -s-.
Ocean at dawn.
Dawn and sunrise over the ballfield in Zionsville while eating breakfast made by my Great Grandmother.
Caution, cost, warning on more than one level.
Smell of paint working with my old friend Schluepy.
Washing up after a day of working hard and opening a beer.
Lilacs lining the driveway.
Seemingly endless list.
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