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Elizabeth's avatar

I love this essay! The smell of rain and earth is the smell

of spring, something else l'm missing so much right now

during a sojourn in the city, away from my home in the

country and all the sensory harbingers of spring that

usually mark the season. There is earth here for sure,

but all the other urban smells seem to obscure it's scent

and I'm also spending most of my time indoors. Thanks

for such a great explanation of why l've always loved that

scent of green so much. l'm anxious to get back home

and stick my nose in the earth

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Andrew's avatar

Thanks for this. All sorts of things fire in these sensing words. Good note on synesthesia as a stunting concept of a much larger networking of the senses that we have become alienated from. I wonder if the clean compartments of the sensual is a left brain thing and synesthesia a right hemisphere way and an earlier natural resting face of the sensual. That parts per trillion business on the scent of wet earth is fascinating. We are all dowsing with the fork of our souls every moment, well-chasers like the camels. Will look up that work by Young for sure.

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