Youth Dew

“Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It’s amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn’t even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn’t even know had a particular smell.” 

Emily Giffin, Something Borrowed

Encouragement can come in strange shapes and forms.

I went to a program at the library this morning. I fell into line behind the other late arrivals. As the woman in front of me passed through the automatic door the air currents caught her perfume and floated it into my path.

Estee Lauder’s Youth Dew–I’d know that signature scent anywhere. The second it made contact with my olfactory senses, I saw the face and heard the voice of my Aunt Eve.

Interesting this childhood memory would pop so vividly into my Friday. What a spiritual boost for me and for my work.

I smiled.

I could see my family sitting around the dining room table in Heaven asking each other who they should send to encourage me and boost my spirits. Silly question because they’d all know who to send. That choice would have taken less than a millisecond. They knew Aunt Eve had a special spot in my heart and we had some history. As usual, in short order and in a style all her own, she got her message across loud and clear.

Thanks. I love and miss Y’all.

The gift of encouragement

Should be given each day–

Pass it out freely

And in gentle ways.

There’s no  need for ribbons

To make it look grand–

Just the simple encouragement

Of a kind, helping hand. 

~Joan Stephen~

I am…

B…simply being…



I ‘m thinking that it really doesn’t matter whether you are working or not, Mondays are still Mondays. What does matter, though, is the fact that old behavior patterns die hard. They follow you around, retired or not. Procrastination is something that has haunted me my entire life. The things that led up to today were no exception.

My to do list was exceptionally long because this day was the final day in that old saying we all flippantly throw around, “I’ll do it tomorrow.” This Monday was that final tomorrow-day-come-calling, with bells on and all a-ringing. What should have been steps in a list of joyful preparations became a race to throw it all together and run full speed ahead to the finish line.

Maybe I have finally learned this lesson? If things become painful enough, you change, right? Today was not painful. It was certainly not as happy as it could/should have been. Looking back on the events of the day, the big positive I see is that this may be the tipping point of my lessons about procrastination.

I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day filled with events you will share with family and friends for years to come. For me, at this stage of my life, there are not many family members around anymore. Because of the distance that separates us, we connect by way of social media.  As I was searching for pictures to share, I found the picture attached to this post. The beautiful smiling faces you see are my Uncle Howard and my Aunt Theresa, my Mom’s brother and his wife. When this picture fell out of the stack, I was surprised because it was the first time I’d seen it. After downsizing at least four times in the past two years, how had this picture escaped me? I sent it to my cousin, Tracy, their daughter, and she had never seen it either. I sent it to my sister, Sue. It was a new one for her as well.

It was a little odd in an eerie kinda creepy sort of way–a hard copy, love filled message sent to us all from Heaven, I guess.

With that I am taking my weary bones to bed for some much-needed rest. I feel like I was  given an extra credit assignment for not passing this latest life lesson. It took a toll.

I send you all my love.

I am…

B…simply being…