Mindlessly, I walk into my bedroom, my arms filled with laundry. As I set the stack of neatly folded towels on my bed, I am suddenly met with a scent that is forever linked to that space. I am whisked out of this mundane task and on a sensory journey to my most sacred place. My youngest daughter had just been playing in my bedroom minutes before, and I could tell she got into my juniper and sage herbal spray I purchased last August when I was there.
I often create strong memory-associations between scents and events or places. This one is forever connected: Michfest.
I can hardly bring myself to use this spray throughout the year, hoarding it, saving it so that I may savor it in those moments when I most crave that connection.
I close my eyes, standing over the stack of neatly folded towels, inhaling deeply; I am home. I can see the sun peeking through the trees, leaves rustling in the breeze. It is the smell of the woods. It is the sound of laughter of thousands of womyn, the smell of The Land welcoming with open arms, the feeling of connection, community, intention, safety and joy, and full body embraces. It is the scent of love, of peace, it is my safe haven. I am so grateful in this moment to my young daughter who unknowingly gifted me a quiet visit home.
It fills me with warmth knowing that this sacred space will always live in my soul.
I inhale deeply once more, slowly release a relaxed breath. I open my eyes with a smile, and head towards the bathroom with the stack of neatly folded towels.
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