“Take for yourselves quality spices…and you shall make from these a holy anointing oil” Exodus 30:23
Last night was so lovely. The Kindreds met at the pub and we poured out our hearts; each our own spice. We come each week and set our incense ablaze with a Spirit who hedges and prunes and flourishes for us when we cannot see the flowers through the overgrowth and darkness. We huddle close to its glow, a sweet fragrance rising, anointing us until next time.
This week has been wretched for Beau and I. I am so thankful for friends who speak wisdom and love into my life. Sarah, Lucy, Juliana, Christy, my mom, and the Kindreds were my muses this week. I love them so dearly!
As Rachel and I were leaving the book shelves last night (after being told they needed to vacuum and close) I noticed the most delicious, bright smell in the darkness.
A scented camellia. A new fragrance I’d never experienced, on one of my favorite flowers! I stole one blossom to take home.
Today the flower is my obsession. It’s blush of pink, it’s spindly gold center, it’s waxy leaves: It is life, and beauty, and beckoning joy. It sits in the windowsill as I sip coffee, watching red dogwood leaves fall and chickadees eating lilac pods in the courtyard. And It says,
“growth and scent, and pleasing things are still hidden, waiting. Things you have never seen or smelled or known.”