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Feb 2, 2022Liked by Lizzie Lasater

My dog's blanket. She recently passed away and it is giving me such comfort to still smell her warmth and love. It's like she is here with me x

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This comment stabbed me right in my heart. So sorry for your loss, Lucy.

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Thanks Lizzie. She was simply the best. Have a lovely weekend x

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Feb 2, 2022Liked by Lizzie Lasater

The smell of my 5yo grandson's head when getting a "snuffle" from him. I tell him he smells like love.

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Heart overflowing

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The smell of the Pine needles after the rain…! I walk every day in this wonderful Environmental preserve…..the fresh scent of the pine on the trails starts my whole day and stays with me until the next days walk!!!

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Woodsmoke out of a chimney on cold evening air and my husband's neck :)

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Ohhh, those husbands. So good

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The smell of the fresh, crisp, cold air after a snowstorm.

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The smell of a rainstorm, the wind came from sea so there was some salty smell too.

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My Indian spice tin as I opened it to put cinnamon, ginger and cardamom in my oats this morning!

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Damn, I miss India

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Frankincense in my diffuser.

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ohhh, I need to get some...

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Dusk last evening, just as the warmth of day passed into the cool of night and the smell of the earth became a like fresh-cut hay.

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yes! love the smell of earth

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Rain on the hot earth. We've had a few hot days on the East Coast Australia...rain not only smells good but sounds good too. I find it cleansing and healing..

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ah, the smell of rain

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The best thing I have smelled all week is winter. The crisp air and the falling snow is magical.

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Banana nut bread baking in my kitchen

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The tiny old fashioned mini "oeillet" carnation flowers that have started blooming in my garden. Their stems and leaves are kind of an light blue/green and their petals remind me of a dusty rose color. They have a mysterious fragrance that is so profoundly moving to me, one not at all like the florist's carnations I sometimes smelled growing up in Arizona. I just tried to distinguish what the frangrance reminded me of, then it hit me suddenly: a hint of fresh, fragrant yet flowery-wood sawdust. Hmmm... Ah! Sigh... A newly found "Madeleine de Proust!"* My late father was a master carpenter and as a child, I loooved to craft things in his wood piles while listening to the rhythms of his hammer tapping.

* https://www.thelocal.fr/20190814/french-expression-of-the-day-madeleine-de-proust/

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Love reading these reflections, Krista. So glad you're here with us.

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Since I’m still working only minimally from home (I’m a massage therapist.), and not teaching yoga at the moment, I have the opportunity to get outside and walk, get on my mat and feel what comes up at that moment, and read. Some of that reading is light and fun (Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series), but for me and for my bodywork practice, I am reading Sarah Warren’s The PainRelief Secret which falls right in line with The Body Keeps The Score. That might have to be my next serious read. Thank you!

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This substack is confusing any suggestions on how best to access and use?

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Sorry for the confusion, Milo. How can I help?

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