Family Friends Community,
I woke up this morning to
dull orange skies
a dusting of ash on everything
and the deadening scent of burnt things
and lives.
My phone flashed red flag warnings.
Hummingbirds who defy aeronautics
were huddled around their ashen feeder.
Cleared the debris so they may smell and feed.
I imagine the scent is
a thousand times deadening
in the Kabul air
as Lives flee
from the scent of burnt things.
My mind goes to my long haulers.
Their scent - ability derailed.
They spared from inhaling the scent of burnt things.
Tho' emotions crippled by the scattering of this pathway.
Me?
The scent of burnt things;
despair
anger
frustration.
Pings my amygdala and hippocampus;
The Limbic System where emotion, hormone cues and memory live.
My first grouchy Chinese Doctor and Acupuncturist,
with my youth driven allergies, ailments and (in his mind)
annoyances shoved me down
the path of healing through the mighty nose.
Every time I stepped into his office with an allergy he chided;
"Fastest way for you to feel better (read annoyed Acupuncturist face)
is through your nose.
Smell first.
Cook next.
Smell again.
Drink."
His nasty swamp water concoction
that I gagged on at first
trained my scent neuro pathways to recognize
what my body required through scent.
When I finally followed his suggestion.
Smell the mixture of twigs, suspiciously looking bug like stuff, dried leaves, knarly roots.
Inhaled while cooking.
(Even my clothes smelled like the swamp water.)
Inhaled deeply the cooked swamp water.
I felt better.
Way better.
No stuffy head, red itchy eyes and coughing.
I didn't even drink the yucky brew after awhile.
I just inhaled it!
My Scentuality obsession begins.
The Afghani Women
I thought about the best way I could transport the scent of strength,
hope and upliftment to the people of Afghanistan.
I require your help.
A collective heart based intention fueled by our ability to change our thoughts and change the quantum field around us.
Transcend time and space.
Speed healing.
Mathew 18:20
"For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them."
Jalal Uddin Rumi
"Where there is ruin there is hope for a treasure."