my mom loved lavender. the scent. the color. she used to burn lavender oils in our house when i was younger. the warm smells would fill each room with comfort. anyone stepping foot into our home would instantly feel at ease.
my mom passed away when i was about 11 years old. our house no longer smelled like home. it had seemed like the walls that were once so alive with energy had withered away as well. i remember the rest of my childhood being somber and cold.
there is something about plant life that is magical. its captivating. its why i so desperately wanted to move out of my apartment and into a house surrounded with grass and trees. its special.
lavender is magical to me. it is my, for lack of better phrasing, spirit plant. i connect with it so much. to grow it, it has to be in the perfect conditions. it is a very high maintenance herb and requires gentle care. whenever i think of lavender, i think of my mom.
the same smell that filled my childhood home, fills my lungs. i shower with lavender scented soap. i wash my clothes in it. i tattooed my body with images of it. the smells of lavender have such peaceful and gentle connotations in my mind.
my mom and her peaceful spirit remind me everyday to be a gentle person. to comfort those i meet with the warmth i was blessed to be raised in. to emit the smells of lavender in the world around me.