Memory smells...
Today I smelled something that took me back to my fathers mothers home when I was a kid. It was the strangest thing for me because I only visited them up until I was around 10 and then I never went back...but it literally took me to sitting at her table being served something to eat, looking at her sweet smile.
These moments at sweet for me. My sense of smell is so engrossed in my memory that so much is a attached to smells...I can have multiple jumps to a memory daily. It’s on the rare occasions that I smell something that will take me way back.
I mostly attach the smells to the good memory’s and the things I want to cherish and remember always...like the smell of my Masters neck...it’s with me always. The smell of my baby’s hair when he was little, the smell of my Nana’s house...especially after she made bread. I do have some smells that are burned into my brain as horrible memories...the smell of a horrible man’s drunken breath or the smell of a cotton stripper on a farm...not good memories.
Its wonderful to have such a sensitive nose for the most part...the good memories that come up from it are definitely worth it! And enjoying my Masters scent is the best...
Just random thoughts for the day! Until tomorrow...
