Whatever is a gift, can also be a curse.
I’ve been contemplating this for a while.
Contemplating the abilities with which we all are endowed.
Mostly unaware and therefore often weilding our power like a 2 year-old with a blow torch, hurting ourselves as much as we hurt the people who come too close.
Our words, for example, infused with creative power.
I wrote about that when I suggested ‘words are seeds‘.
Creating people & futures in an awesome mysterious magical flow.
Our employees & co-workers & congregants & friends.
Another ability we have is the fragrance we carry with us.
We affect people, circumstances & outcomes through it.
Have you read ‘The Golden Compass’, or seen the movie?
In it people have deamons, visible animal-manifestations of their spirit or personality.
I’ve come to believe, as I contemplate life, that this might not be too far from the truth.
We all carry with us a manifestation of our being.
A manifestation which touches others.
One of the wise ones of old called it ‘fragrance’.
Fragrance offered like incense to our Origin.
Some recognize it as ‘energy’.
Or call it ‘aura’.
Maybe it’s ‘being-odour’, like body-odour, with the slight difference that we cannot mask it with perfume or deodorant?
Whatever you want to call it, it exists.
It is a manifestation of our being & wherever we are, it comes with us into that space.
And it affects.
As it settles in people’s hair & on their clothes like the smell of old cigarettes sticks to someone who spend a lot of time in smoking sections.
People can ‘smell’ it.
Most don’t realize that they are being affected by the aroma, but they would comment on someone’s presence.
Call them attractive.
Comment on how people make them feel.
Bad about themselves.
It has nothing to do with words.
Perhaps our words and deeds are an extension of this aroma?
Our fragrant being.
And it lingers.
In a room.
In our being.
As if we’d been molested.
I am grateful for having had the privilege to spend time with people whose language I do not speak.
Perhaps my inability to communicate verbally heightened my ‘sense of smell’?
Breathing the scent of kindness in some’s presence and the festering stench of anger & discontent in the presence of others.
Without words being exchanged.
Aware of love or the absence thereof.
Which made me wonder about my own ‘being-odour’ and how it affects.
Making it difficult for people to be happy & at ease when they are with me, even if I smile & say the right things?
Or enabling people to relax & be?
Perhaps our fragrance is meant to be an enabler?
Strengthening others as it mingles with their being.
Perhaps it is connected?
Connected to the presence of our Origin?
The fragrance of our Sourceror’s Being flowing through us, his presence tangible, as we are there?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
I think I ‘smell’ better when I’m shrouded in the love & grace of (s)He without whom I will be adrift.
I think my fragrance is sweeter when I’ve relaxed into the presence & care of (s)He who brings me to life, every day anew.
I know I stink when I am angry.
Filled with fear.
And so I breathe, for for you & for me, that we may become aware of our being-odour & its power to affect. Even our selves & the outcomes with which we have to live. I breathe, for you & for me, that we may be filled with the sweet aroma of love & kindness. That we may be encapsulated in it, not just from our own being, but from the being of those who come into proximity to us, so that even the scent which settles in our clothes may be fragrant as we are the presence of our Origin & Source in this moment, wherever we may come to be.
How meaningful a trip to the grocery store, a visit to the doctor’s, another day at work as we wordlessly carry this gift of fragrance?
May you smell nice.