Inhale

The smell of roses was strong today.  

Some days when I step in that sacred space, I can smell it only faintly.  Sometimes not at all, until I'm at the threshold.  Laying my head.  Revealing my most intimate thoughts to the only One I would ever share them with.  Disclosing the secrets of my heart.  

But today the scent of rose permeated the tapestry and every time I inhaled, I felt Him closer.

I'm not sure what it is about smell--why it's the most powerful sense.  For me, at least.  A song will sometimes remind me of how I felt the first time I heard it.  Or the mood I was in when I chose to play it.  Pictures being an obvious trigger of memories--moments I considered worthy of capturing on [I would say film but that would date me].  But there's something about smell. It doesn't just remind me.  It transports me.

Maybe it's the fact that you breathe it in, that the particles, once inhaled, become a very part of you.  

The Shrines, the Holy Places here, they smell of roses.   No matter what state I'm in--prayerful or distracted--that perfume always stirs me.  Helps me connect with the sacred.  Reminds me of the more spiritual aspects of faith.

The smell of roses was strong today.  Very strong.