“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

My Mother's Perfume

Standing by the stove the other night, about to start cooking, I smelled, quite sharply, my mother's perfume. Unmistakable, and nothing in the surroundings to account for it.

She has been dead for 14 years now.

She always wore Tabu.

2 comments:

  1. Our senses remember even what is "lost." I've been reading through your observations, Rosemary. They're small vignettes that stop time. I often relate to what you write.

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  2. What a lovely thing to be told! Thank you.

    I am doing Fiona Robyn's 4-week e-course 'Writing & Spiritual Practice' and am intrigued that many of the small stones are spontaneously happening in prose just now. I'm glad to know they don't come across any the worse for it. :)

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