Remembering Roses

I was wanting a little mood boost today and I thought I’d see what fragrance samples I had on hand, thinking maybe a cheerful scent would bring a little buoyancy to my heart.  I picked Roses de Chloe’.  According to PerfumeMaster.org it was introduced in 2013.  I spritzed a bit on my wrists and neck, and whoosh!  I was flooded with a very happy sense of my mother!  I could see myself as a very young child and she who I must have adored at that age because the feeling I have is one of blissful enchantment!  This would have been in the early 1960’s, and of course this particular scent wasn’t distributed yet.

So I began a search of what fragrances my mother might have had access to at that time (between 1960 and 1965?) and that might have had “heart notes” of roses.  To my nose, this scent by Chloe’ has a hint of something much more complex than roses, even though everything I’m smelling seems to come through the strain of Rose.  Am I sensing a “bass note”? And what is it?  I don’t know much about the science, art, or even language of Perfumeries, but I definitely have very strong memories associated with very particular scents.

I know my mother enjoyed Evening in Paris for a while.  According to Fragrantica.com it was created in 1928 by Ernest Beaux and discontinued in 1969 (although it was newly re-created by others in 1992).  One of the “heart notes” of the original Soir de Paris is Rose Damascena, but I don’t know what exactly that is, and I don’t have access to a sample of this fragrance so I can’t confirm that memories of Soir de Paris were evoked by Roses de Chloe’.  In comparing the two websites’ descriptions of the two fragrances, I see there are two “bass notes” in common: amber and musk, so it seems quite possible my nose is remembering Soir de Paris when I experience Roses de Chloe’.

I wish I could find exactly which fragrances Mom wore when I was a little girl.  It would be such a delight to sample each one and see what memories and feelings are brought to mind.  Meanwhile, I am so grateful for this blessing of blissful memory and present and profound happiness!

Headed Home

My soul is like a large, large, ever-expanding river heading toward the sea.  Some people want to build islands in my stream and resorts on those islands.  They invade my stream and expect to have me sustain their invasion, division, and pollution of my stream.  I will have none of that.

I have learned obstacles in my stream divide me, disrupt my nature.  I want wholeness.  I will not be divided.  I will not be polluted.  I will overflow the islands and wash out the pollution.  I flow on.  Nothing will stop me.

I can’t always keep out the invaders, but I will eventually flow over each one.  If they are hurt or destroyed, too bad; that’s on them; they should never have entered my water.  I am much more tolerant of those who want to ride my current;  they may go as far as they dare.  But they may not divert me.  I am heading toward the sea.  I am headed home.

I pass through and by many places; I refresh many lands, and those who respect my passing abide in peace and joy, but the only call I hear is the sea’s; the only voice I answer is Home.

The sea greats me with open arms, and I run to her directly.  Why am I so willing to be enveloped by the sea?  Because I am she.  I am the sea.  I am headed Home.  I am One-Water, and I will draw all my rivers to my self.  I love being One.  I love Being.  I Love.  I Am.

Maris Lacrima

My soul is like a large, large, ever-expanding river heading toward the sea.  Some people want to build islands in my stream and resorts on those islands.  They invade my stream and expect to have me sustain their invasion, division, and pollution of my stream.  I will have none of that.

I have learned obstacles in my stream divide me, disrupt my nature.  I want wholeness.  I will not be divided.  I will not be polluted.  I will overflow the islands and wash out the pollution.  I flow on.  Nothing will stop me.

I can’t always keep out the invaders, but I will eventually flow over each one.  If they are hurt or destroyed, too bad; that’s on them; they should never have entered my water.  I am much more tolerant of those who want to ride my current;  they may go as far as they dare.  But they may…

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