daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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smelling memories

I am listening to Steve Earle this morning. Transcendental Blues.

While driving in today I remembered reading somewhere that our memories and recollections of things and events is made primarily of fillers that our brains provide. That is, we do not remember things precisely as they happened...we remember the jest of things, but not exact details. Our memories are subjective.
I don't really know if that makes me feel good or if that makes me feel bad.
Do you know what I remember most about people and events, smells. They say that smell is one of the most powerful senses. I can I agree with that. I remember how my mom smells and what she smelled like when I put my head on her lap as she stroked my hair when I was small. I remember how the new carpet smelled in our new house, I remember the smell of my children when I am away from them, and how my daughter for some reason always smells like cookies - like something sweet.

I love my mother very much....even though she has been mean and cruel to me I still love her. I hope that smell I have of her when I was little never goes away. Someday it will be all that I have.

9:15 a.m. - 2004-11-09

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