May we find peace Somewhere In the pieces When we must come undone
Losing our ability To hold ourselves together In the face of life’s tragedies May we fall apart beautifully
Knowing that eventually We will pull ourselves back together Forever changed With some cracks remaining But back together all the same
May the cracks in our soul Created by the lost pieces of ourselves Shine brightly as beacons To other suffering beings Letting them know they are not alone And that they will survive the pain
Lately life feels like I’m playing a game of pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey and that creepy Jack-in-the-box keeps spinning me around and moving the donkey. 🤡🎯
Where is my trusty wooden dog Snoopy? 🐶
He would chase Jack back into his box so I could ride off into the Lollipop Forrest of Candyland on my bouncy Wonder horse… toy guns a blazin’ 🔫🤠🍭🐴
Beauty can often be found in the midst of ugliness. Isn’t it inspiring that man-made things, such as asphalt and concrete, cannot contain the beauty of nature? Nature’s beauty is determined to exist and bloom. Finding the gap in man’s creation, forcing its way up and out. These expressions of unmitigated defiance inspire me to push through my own self-made obstacles to find fresh and interesting new perspectives.
Isn’t it amazing how scents can bring memories rushing in? Sometimes good ones sometimes not so good. Aging and memory loss go hand-in-hand so exercises to help lessen the effect are always good. Remembering things tied to scents can help with recall. A few scents that I can imagine as if they were happening right now and bringing with them multitudes of good memories include:
FRIED CHICKEN:
In my childhood I can see my granny standing in the kitchen over one of her favorite cast iron skillets filled with hot Crisco oil, cooking up a fresh chicken from her brood out in the back yard, and when it was cooked we enjoyed a great family dinner filled with love and laughter.
Then later as an adult I can see me, my best friend Sherry, who was taken from us far too soon, and her man Robert Griffin sitting at their kitchen table as we shared a bucket of KFC and had some very entertaining conversations. I always told them they could be the stars of a show called:
The Adventures of Big Daddy and Little Mama
FRESHLY BAKED PECAN PIE:
My mama made the best pecan pies. She doesn’t cook anymore and when i try to make her recipe it never tastes the same. But I remember the times, long ago, when I was a child and mama would make a batch of pecan pies. Usually she made them after a family member had gone on a trip to Georgia and brought back a bag of Georgia pecans. The house would feel with the sweet smell of Karo corn syrup and roasting pecans. Then mama would take them out of the oven and set them to cool. The anticipation of the first delicious bite still comes to mind and makes my mouth water to this day.
GARDENIAS:
My granny & grandpa had a large gardenia bush near the front door of their house. When it was blooming granny would share the blooms with others. We lived next door to her and she often took me and my sister Cindy Fussell Cindy Fussell Whitfield to the bus stop. When the gardenia bush was blooming she would cut a flower, wrap it in a moist paper towel and tell us to give one to the school bus driver or our teacher. Granny was always gifting things to others like flowers from her garden, fresh baked sweets, home made buttermilk biscuits,(there’s a great scent), or handmade crafts.
LAVENDER OIL:
When the housing market crashed in the early 2000’s i had to find a new way of making a living. I am so thankful that I was able to enter the realm of alternative healing through massage therapy, energy healing, and other types of bodywork. Lavender can be found throughout various bodywork modalities. It has been used since ancient times to relax and calm the body and mind. The scent reminds me of all the healers I have been honored to work with as well as the Individuals I have been blessed to serve in a healing capacity.
CAMPFIRE-SMOKE:
When i was a child I remember that my daddy and grandpa spent every moment they could in the woods. During hunting season they would be gone for several days and return smelling like pine and campfire smoke. Once they had unpacked the trucks and buggies we would all gather around in the living room, or front yard, and listen to their stories filled with adventure and funny antics.
Then later in my lifer there are memories of wonderful conversations around a campfire, sometimes blazing, sometimes smoldering. Sometimes with a bunch of family, sometimes only a few friends, and of course those unforgettable times with a lover.