I know that I have been shirking my blog responsibilities. I am sorry about that, but I hope that once I’ve explained that you’ll agree that it is for a good reason. I am typing this post, not from my usual home in the big state of Texas, but in Los Angeles. My middle child, B. and her husband, K. live in sunny California. Aside from the fact that I welcome any opportunity to see them, my sole reason for this journey was to see a person that I had yet to meet. You see, B. was pregnant, and due anytime. As it happened, I arrived 3 days before my new g’child, a boy, entered this world. I was there to support my daughter as she soldiered through an arduous labor, and to witness the moment when mother and child became two not one. I am still processing the event, but I do know that a miracle happened that day–the sweet miracle of life. I feel blessed to have been a part of it.
Anyway, I want you to know that my blog is still a priority. Nevertheless, it goes without saying that some things trump it, and this is one of them. My priority right now is to help my amazing daughter in her early days of motherhood and if at all possible, to form a g’mom bond with my beautiful g’son. I will return to posting when I return home. I hope that you will understand and have patience with me.
Okay, this is not a compelling or serious topic. In fact, it is downright inane. I am working on a more serious post; I thought that I’d balance it out with a fun post. So-o-o, as I was dusting off my perfume bottles, I decided to share my favorite scents with you.
I’ve always worn perfume. It was during the past six years that I recognized their true importance. It was six years ago when I became so sick that I had to resign my job as an attorney. At first, fragrances were the very least of my concerns and I ignored them as I ignored everything else. A Since I was no longer working, or being around others, I had no use for it. Little by little, it began to dawn on me that the reason that I’d chosen each fragrance was for me, not my husband, not for going out or work, but because I liked it and it made me feel special. I wore them for me, not others. What it came down to is that I allowed my illness to control and devalue me to the point that I wasn’t even enough to warrant wearing my perfumes! Lesson learned–now I even wear perfume to bed at night, for me. It is just a wee thing, but that’s how we conquer our issues, from small to big–one step at a time.
As I said, important, earth-shattering, certain to end war and hunger, news, this ain’t, but if you use your imagination, it will smell heavenly to you too. Also, how many of you have a lovely perfume that is calling for you but you are waiting for the perfect occasion to use? Today is the only day that we have, so open that bottle and enjoy it, before you lose the opportunity.
“You know they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for houses and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. “Floods” is the word they use, but in fact, it is not flooding, it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is like that: remembering where it was.” ~Toni Morrison
I am a child of New Orleans. One may leave New Orleans, but the city never leaves you. It is in my heart forever. Since Hurricane Katrina, I’ve had a hate/hate relationship with the mighty Mississippi. I discovered and found some solace in the above quote. As Ms. Morrison opines that a river “remembers,” instead as we commonly think “floods.” I find this ‘remembering’ akin to a universal human theme, understood by each and every one of us–the desire, in fact, the need, to come home. Although, this does little to mollify unwitting flood victims everywhere, it may provide an explanation of sorts with which to identify. Blessings.