The Scent of a Rose

This morning as I paused to take in the smell of a rose, time stood still as I was transported back to when I was a very young girl spending time with my Grandmother. We picked roses to put into vases and used the fallen soft, velvet-like petals to make rose water.

I allow myself time to soften and pause for a while; to draw on the love and beauty from these precious moments shared with her.

Rachel Podger

In this moment, I felt her presence awaken with me and a wave of sadness and then joy as I reconnected to this time. As ever, my breath and senses acted as a channel for this heartwarming and uplifting moment.

However busy my mind, when I allow my thoughts to dissolve into my well of loss, I allow myself time to soften and pause for a while; to draw on the love and beauty from these precious moments shared with her.