The Power of Smell

This morning I was reminded of a fond memory. As I sat on the bus on my way to work I caught a word of a familiar scent. It was the scent of my father when he would come home from work late into the evening. To most the scent would be chemically and repulsive, but linked to my memory it is the scent of fond memory. My father used to come home smelling of something that was used in the production of cultures marbel. Maybe one day I may find out what it was exactly.
Sometimes I wonder what kind of scents will drum up family memories for my own children.

Sharing A Meaningful Life

Recently I went to a celebration of life\open house funeral. I was amazed by how I could be completely surrounded by people I knew but not recognize more than 20%. It made for pretty awkward conversations. It got me wondering about how ineffective I've been with sharing my life with others. I've expressed how divisive and inappropriate Facebook is at sharing special moments with those you love.

When unable to make it around to everyone, I wonder if making a video blog is more effective. Even though it seems more like phoning it in. It also lacks the reciprocation as sharing a moment with othets. I could go further in talking about the impersonal likes of emoji icons rather than contributing meaningful responses. Maybe it's still worth a try.