There are few things more haunting to me today then Bette Davis in Of Human Bondage. Can we live off the grid in a yurt someday while I look like this? :
On Saturday, at the local municipal greenhouse, this feeling of extreme zen and peace came over me. It was a culmination of familiar smells, the warmth of the greenhouse, the freedom that I know Xander felt running around with no one else there...the bam *smack* in the forehead from God...this is where we're meant to be...
But the smell was of the homemade granola that my sister's French housemother used to cook. I thought it was super stinky back then...who knew that it would resurface from my olfactory bulb all, "Hey you, you feel calm and nice now..."
I'm not going to question the bulb.