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The sweet smell of pluff mud...
Call me crazy if you must, but I do love the smell of the stinky marsh odor that you smell here in the Lowcountry. I am sure that if I smell that potent smell elsewhere that I will think that I'm driving down Highway 17 south towards Charleston. I am positive I will. I have taken a few short trips and know I am close when I get the aroma of pluff mud filling up my nose. I am grateful for having my sense of smell (even when I have an allergic sneezing fit and can't breathe for an hour) because that is one sense that brings back memories to people in a different way for everyone. A certain smell can make you think about an odd thing or place. I had a conversation with a very nice debutant of a lady and she was telling me a story about how her husband came into her life with a smell. She said that 1st line to me and I of course giggled. She started to tell me her story from many years ago. She smelt a touch of gardenia coming from the gentleman that had just walked by her and sat in the booth next to her in a small local diner in the middle of South Carolina. She said that she could smell it strongly. She proceeded to tell me how her mother had passed away weeks before her encounter with this fragrant man and her mother always had gardenias in a vase at their dinner table, so it was a memorable smell for her. She said she couldn't contain herself any longer so she got up and asked the gentlemen why he smelled so strongly of gardenias. He pulled out a gardenia flower from his suit pocket and proceeded to tell this stranger that he had just come from his mother's funeral and her favorite flower was gardenias. So they sat in this diner until they closed 8 hours later talking and falling in love right there. With the sweet smell of a flower and the memory that lingers with it.
My point of that story is that smells can do wonders for your memories. There are so many things out there that can heighten your senses, so use them well and remember many.
Let me start by saying that I love Charleston. I really do. I love Charleston. Who wouldn't love Charleston? It has been voted number one city in the world like 4 times now, best food city two times, and believe me Charleston deserves it. The people are wonderful, courteous, and compassionate. Charleston has recently been tested with how we pull together as people here. The Charleston 9 fire, the Emmanuel church shooting, the police shootings, all test. There were outsiders who came to our city and tried to get everyone to protest and cause a fuss, well guess what, you were told by us to get out and don't try that shit here! The people here truly stick together, whites, blacks, every race! And the city's architecture is beautiful with deep ties in history. It is full of great food and restaurants, great landmarks, and surrounded by waterways that keep going.
So why am I leaving? Because the word has gotten out and everyone knows how beautiful it is here and how great…
The manned rocket may fly high to the sky today. Let's celebrate and gather by the thousands to cheer on the future destroyers of Earth, us. Hooray!! Now don't get me wrong, I've been pretty ignorant over the years and was a cloned robot like the many others and gathered outside to witness a spectacular thing and said my ohhhs and awwwhhhsss without thinking about the damage that is being done each and every time something is flung through our ozone, our atmosphere, our protective air layer. Do you know how many satellites are in our atmosphere? Do you know how big the International Space Station is and how many trips it took to take all the parts there? Google that shit. Now. Stop reading and Google "how many satellites are in outer space"... there's a bunch. I appreciate the Awesomeness of it, I really do, it's cool. I've scheduled trips over the years to visit my mama in Florida around the shuttle and rocket launches and a number of them have been…
I feel that when I'm outside my mind is clear and at ease. Just being around trees and beautiful flowers make my soul feel great. I know there are many others that feel the same way that I do. I do right now have the luxury of walking around downtown Charleston in the early morning when there are no cars or people around. The historic buildings are interesting, but I prefer the random gardens, the window boxes with flowers, and the hidden alleyways with nature peeking out and trying to survive in little cubbies. I try and get a jog in while I venture through all the streets I've been down many times, but it is hard to jog when there is another flower that needs me to remember it. So I stop and take a picture to preserve the beautiful images I get to experience. I love the smell of nature, and I am very grateful for this small gift that was given to me. Who wouldn't be happy to smell a hibiscus with the early morning dew on it? I'm grateful for my sight (half-ass visio…