Greenwitch

When I open a jar of vicks and take a deep breath , filling my lungs with its strong smell, I am immediately taken back to being a young child, sitting in bed as Ouma looked after me, the house would be in order and I would be tucked up in bed after a bath, my hair would be in stockings ( yes that's how she curled my hair) with a home crotchet blanket on the bed and the curtains drawn and the wind blowing outside in the wide open spaces of the African veld. I was safe and happy.

just one whiff and my brain tells me regardless of the situation " you are now safe and happy "

I decided in the august of 2006 to crochet my mother a shawl, it took me until December to finish it and so I thought I would put beads on and send it to her for Christmas but I could not find the beads , in the January H died and by Feb I was in dark nights of the soul and could not get out and so I picked up the shawl one day and wrapped myself in "my mother's shawl " she had never worn it but I felt her love wrap around me and I slept for many many nights as my temperature raged and my panic went bad and I truly believed I would die but it was the little things having just one thing that belonged to my mother to hold on to.

How very small and simple we are and yet how very vast and magnificent the human brain.