I think the universe (or the Spirit) is trying to get my attention. For the past week, I have been inundated with memories from my past and relationships that have fallen away. Today, during a facial massage, the four subtle drops of rose oil (she counted them out for me) flooded me with memories of my grandma’s bedroom. The mirror and dresser in the corner. The dolls. The boxes of jewelry. The lace curtains. Sitting on the bed and looking out the window. It is incredible how powerful the sense of smell is. Now for the courage to listen for the rest of the message.