I know I've said it before, but it often strikes me how precious our senses are.
My mother lost her sense of smelling years ago, and today when standing in the garden for a short while, I'd wish I could share the smell of my favorite rose with her. I don't have to go near the rose. Can just stand meters away, and suddenly the wind brings the alluring fragrance to me.
As much as I'd wish I could share it with her, I can't. But I can let her help me reminding myself to be grateful for all of my senses.
Including the ability to be allured by white flower petals behind the corner of my house on a September morning.
My mother lost her sense of smelling years ago, and today when standing in the garden for a short while, I'd wish I could share the smell of my favorite rose with her. I don't have to go near the rose. Can just stand meters away, and suddenly the wind brings the alluring fragrance to me.
As much as I'd wish I could share it with her, I can't. But I can let her help me reminding myself to be grateful for all of my senses.
Including the ability to be allured by white flower petals behind the corner of my house on a September morning.
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