The lavender outside our front door is arresting. Be calm, it hums. Bees dance in and around it. The scent is enough to humble you if you linger long enough. I’m not sure I can trim it, although before long access to the door will be severely restricted.
Smell reminds me that I am alive. The lavender reached me, and I realised there were other smells to listen to. There are smells in the house too that remind me of hope – fabric softener for example, or disinfectant. I don’t know why exactly.
The garden has some beautiful flowers out at the moment, each one breathing something special into the air.
So I gave myself another walk today. It was an excuse to pop very briefly into the school fair (busy), library (another event; very busy), the park (more events, noisy) and savour the beauty and smells of the plants.
The busyness reminded me that there are people everywhere and noise and information. But focusing on just one thing, the smells and whether I could get photos of some of them, I was able to block the other senses enough to make my way home without too much anxiety. After a stop here I am hoping to get up the courage to visit the farm where my church weekend is being held. Think I’ll take the camera too.
“…walk in the way of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice…”