life is smelly
I’m in a down-swing right now and I’m trying to fight it. There are moments and hours when I can, when I’m enjoying myself or distracted or whatever. But that feeling of unhappiness is underlying all; it’s still there under the surface. It is a thing with claws. It grips and tears at you just to keep its hold.
I don’t want to dwell on it here, though. I don’t want everything I write to be melancholy. So, I’m thinking that now is a great time to give some focus to Practicing Thankful. I’ve been keeping my Thankful pages for nearly two months now, and what I really want is to shift that attitude of thankfulness from a position of afterthought to forethought. I’m not there yet, but I’m working on it.
One step at a time, right? This week, I’ve been paying attention to smells and I am so thankful that we have them. Here are some of my favorite smells:
lemons and oranges
just mown grass
freshly turned earth
the way it smells after it rains
smoke from a wood fire
steamed crabs and Old Bay seasoning
apple pie while it’s baking
Pledge and Pine-Sol
While I was out with Louis, I realized that I was just enjoying the smell of night. In the summer, after it’s been really hot all day, there is simple pleasure in just being outside in the cooler evening, when the air is soft. The world takes on a smell of sun burnt leaves and baked grass and warmed over earth. It’s the mugginess of the day, reaped in the evening. It’s a good smell.
There are so many pleasures to be had in this world. Some of them are rather simple, and easily overlooked.
There are so many things to be thankful for.
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