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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.
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.
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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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.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to be told! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI 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. :)