SCENTS - SENSE -SENSES

BRAND OF LOVE - AROMA - TRICKERY 

I've often wondered about love, and what exactly the ingredients are, that attract or repel people from each other.

One often encounters couples or friends, who enjoy each other's company but on the surface they seem an unlikely match and totally unsuited to each other. 

Yet, they are able to be, or live together, communicate harmoniously and are perfectly happy and content in each other's company.

I started thinking about how particular I am about wearing certain brands of perfume. Some of the brands I adore are Femme, Chanel no5, Arpege, Rive Gauche, Paloma Picasso

My preference has never changed in 50 years. I'll add a new discovery, but never discard the one's I already love - I guess one could liken it to a slowly expanding Harem. In that respect, I remain faithful to what I love.  But being an artist and so easily falling in love and being inspired by newly discovered beauty and then being so intimately dedicated to caressing the painting at hand, is an indication of certain ingrained characteristics. 

I do not abandon on for the other, I merely interchange, rediscover and add to the repertoire as the need arises.

Is a pianist forced to  play only the first note he touched on a piano, or doomed to perform a favorite composition ad infinitum and then never explore the other possibilities? By nature, creatives need to expand, invent, and be open to unusual and inspiring influences.

Obviously there are artists (but not only artists mind you) who are not morally inclined or diciplined and also practice this trait of total abandon and zero inhibition in their private lives, where it obviously creates havoc. Picaso is one such example.

There is also an interesting thought I had, that someone could deliberately disguise their natural (unappetizing aroma) with a heavy dose of an intoxicating one, thereby performing aroma - trickery! 

So maybe, by dulling or tricking someone else's intuition and finely tuned senses, a cognitive dissonance could develop when the package of nonsense, no longer makes any sense.  

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PSALM TO THE PALM (23rd)

I will not embroider on the variety of challenges the Universe has been lashing me with the past month (the most of which still remain unresolved.)

But today, I have been utterly and totally traumatized by the most recent cataclysmic event.

Despite the fact that I have no destructive inclinations and my adoration of nature and trees, I had to agree to the death sentence of that which was faultless and innocent.

Two majestic 40 year old palm trees, which were planted when we built our house, were executed this morning.

Whenever I happily sat on our verandah, protected by their dappled shade, the twin pillars reminded me of the two columns, Jachin and Boaz.

The palm is also one of the two attributes of victory, in the sense of elevation and exaltation. This I also sensed deeply and intuitively.

As an artist I express and create beauty with my hands and the shape of the 'palm' of the hand and fingers, then also mysteriously gain an additional meaning.

Although the only 'sin' the palms were guilty of, was doing what they did best as they excelled at growing upwards, producing leaves and abundant dates. However this, did not save them from an unforeseen, violent and abrupt death. 

It was only their vigorous excellence, which caused their downfall.

The most professional tree-fellers and -trimmers have warned us for some time, that the sheer height of our majestic palm trees, now made it impossible and extremely dangerous, to trim the dead leaves and life-threatening sheaths (with dagger points) which (without warning) plummeted to the ground next to us, on a number of occasions.

After the first palm fell, the executioner, Caspir, saw the distraught look of disbelief and horror on my face, as the length of the garden, was instantly filled with one tremendous, earth-trembling thud, releasing aromas that where buried deep inside as well as that of a few crushed leaves of a lavender bush.

As I burst into tears, the executioner was visibly shaken by my response and all he could awkwardly say was:

'sorry man'.........

 ©Aleta Michaletos

LEMONS & LEMON JUICE

Don't expect to get nectar from a lemon when you squeeze it.
When inflammatory words spew from a human beings mouth, 
you can know for certain that they themselves are inflamed and ill. 
Their faces are contorted in agony and they are intent on infecting the world with their disease.
Flames scorch and burn that which surrounds it. 
When encouraged by squeezing they became dangerous flame throwers and destroy harmony in the furthest corners.
Avoid these types at all costs and rather focus on and nourish the shy plants producing the sweet nectar and intoxicating aromas, which quietly and gently surround us.

Copyright © 2015 ALETA MICHALETOS 

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NO EXCEPTION

I always receive unexpected gifts when I go for my customary walk. Today was no exception.
A car approached me from behind and I braced myself for the anticipated wave of stifling fumes that would temporarily mar my joy in nature.
I could hear stifled giggles through the sealed windows as one young girl next to the resolute male driver and four more girls on the back seat, tossed their hair and bared their teeth as they squealed with laughter.
And then, unexpectedly, I was startled as the car glided past me and I was overwhelmed by an exceptional aroma of sweet perfume.... '