#DecemberSelfCare
Awaken Your Nostrils
Poetry Prompt: something to celebrate your sense of smell

appealing to the senses, I often forget scent.
how easy it is to get accustomed to how things smell — the earthy smell of living underground the laundry detergent I normally use
until I’m shifted into an entirely different space, (or I cook something particularly pungent).
to spend this time acknowledging this habituation
I have finally explored the world of candles wax melts of boiling tangerine peels and cinnamon
to jog and awaken the senses that have long forgotten what it’s like to be a part of something new.
Tagging: Rochelle Silva | Mary Keating | Niru | Wobblyjester if you’re up to it and anyone else interested in today’s prompt: something to celebrate your sense of smell.
Can’t wait to house some of these in The Brain is a Noodle! 🧠🍜

Lucy (The Eggcademic) [she/her] loves the smell of apple cinnamon, buttered pancakes and Irish Spring soap ❤ What about you?
What’s next… another piece that deserves more love from Hope Coalesce or a random post?






