Certainly, one of the greatest gifts of writing and blogging online is the friendships made, many of which seem to have burgeoned this fall alone. One of those gifts-of-a-friend is Katie from Cardigan Way – I’ve yet to meet her, although when (not if!) I do, I’m pretty sure I’ll be hoarse from a weekend of laughter and tears, stories and questions. DO get to know her today, and in the meantime, here’s the post I wrote for her…
It all started with lavender dish soap. While certainly not the most luxurious product on the market, its sole purpose is simply to clean my sink full of dirty dishes. But as I stood in our kitchen, hands deep in foam, scent wafting upwards, I knew everything was going to be all right.
The smell did just what its marketing team hoped it would do: soon I was brought back to 2004, riding a dilapidated rental bicycle through the scent-filled lavender fields of Provence. Flamingos danced in the sanctuary to my left and to my right, drooping, overgrown sea reeds swayed. The scene was nothing short of idyllic, and at 26 and 28, my friend Laura and I knew we were the luckiest of girls. On the trip of a lifetime, nothing could take away the joy and the perfection and the freedom of that moment.
In the mental snapshot of that scene, of the perfection of peace that exists in that memory, my heart is calmed. I breathe deeply and I exhale slowly. I let the soothing scent do its job.
I recognize that everything’s going to be all right – we’ll be just fine, whether or not I find my surrounded by actual fields of lavender.
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