Back in the good old days the sharp smell of manure, of wet and earthy scent of forest, the sweet smell of cherry and apple blossoms all meant comfort and belonging. The scent of a warm wood fire and the tangy smell of ocean screamed fun and games, vacation time. The world was full of wonder and discoveries. The brain learnt to associate certain scents with certain events. Everything was innocent
In Los Angeles, the smell of horse manure meant possibilities, the earthy scent of forest a rarity to be cherished, the scent of wood fires made me homesick and the tangy smell of ocean still meant fun and games. The smell of exhaust, of dirt and trash made me feel stressed. The world moved fast, what was exciting at the beginning eventually turned stale. The city became jaded.
In my Pacific Northwest haven, the scent of manure, of wet and earthy scent and especially the tangy smell of ocean mean home. The smell of wood fires means comfort, the scent of blooming ocean spray and lavender feels soothing. I am surrounded by earthy smells, by fresh ocean breezes, and sweet pine and cedar scents. I feel at peace, I have arrived!