[reason 6] incense
Recently, Onyx has been into incense. They light it and I find myself stopping what I'm doing to just enjoy it for a few minutes. When I return home after running errands and the scent of sweet pea or vanilla or patchouli wafts my way, I find myself instantly relaxing and reminding myself that I'm not in a hurry.
At times, I just stop and watch the smoke dance as it rises and take a moment to breathe, to center myself, to pray, or to just clear my mind and exist in the moment.
That takes me back to my first year of marriage. After a while Sheryl asked if I would change anything she was doing. I said not really but we had agreed that we would say something. I said well, the scents really bother me. Incense, and scented candles in this house drive me nuts. They make me sneeze, I cough, I want to puke when i smell the house full of that crap.
ReplyDeleteShe ran off crying. Perhaps I was a little rough. We decided she could use them if she needed to, but to please do it when i was not around. I have not seen an incense burn here since. That was 45 years ago. But I still see and smell a few scented candles. That is OK, I lost my poser sized picture of Carnegie Hall.