Tarot Queen Alice Grist.
I am coffee and incense. As I head towards 40, the mist of perfume and wine has dropped away. My fuel and scent has embedded itself and I am coffee sense and incense scented.
I remember my first jug of proper coffee being a revelation. I must have been 15 or 16 because I was writing an essay on my mum's old computer, in the days when a handwritten essay would also have been perfectly acceptable. I was overtaken. A fast, speedy, gets stuff done and feel alive like a rocket ship revelation. I had a few 'tea' years. But coffee, once loved, never leaves.
And the smell of my youth, the perfume, Tribe, CK one, Charlie, moving on to more mature and expensive flavours only ever bought for me by my husband (I don't buy perfume, I just can't spend that amount on an invisible pleasure that is ostensibly for others). Has drifted away onto another girl's neck. Leaving behind a scent of burnt herbs, rolling amber and heady, glorious spices. I do love my incense. When I burn it I feel a sense of peace and inner wellbeing flood me, even when all else is chaos!
These two things I seem to have committed to. Daily. They have become a part of my ether.
I am coffee and incense.
What are you? Choose two scents, flavours, tastes, feelings... Let me know in the comments below and please do feel free to illustrate why. Consider this a prompt to think, write and create about something other than what might be capturing your attention. An exercise in lateral creative healing!
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