Transportation

Have you ever had a smell that transports you? Yesterday I smelt hyacinths. My favourite flower and it instantly took me to a place of beauty. A place of joy. Peace, I have had anxiety attacks for a while and I have been trying to let go of that. So I took myself on a date. I took a train to London and I went to Paddington on a kind of “date yourself/errands run.”

So I did. Walked from Paddington to Oxford street and it was lovely. A little nippy because I chose to only wear a leather jacket and jumper. One more layer would have been perfect but it was a nice walk either way.

So this walk got me thinking. Not anything brilliant like BeaBAD, compliments of the season, the stories we tell ourselves. No. This walk had me thinking about hyacinths. Hyacinth’s and music and putting one foot in front of the other. Regular stuff. I was transported to… the moment. Then when I walked back I was able to get back without directions. Following my instincts. Which to me is always a moment of great pride. I think of my dad… “A Griffin never gets lost twice” yeah dad may want some paternity tests done because..,. I can get lost infinitely. Don’t test me. My ability to enjoy non serious moments has been somewhat hampered. yet I find it. I search for it.