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The Aroma of Safety

Smells—odors, fragrances, aromas—have a powerful way of awakening memory. I don’t think I have an especially refined sense of smell, yet I often find myself drawn to, and even distracted by, the scents I encounter throughout the day.

Basil, for example, takes me back to the hot summers of my childhood and the dishes prepared with it. Every time I catch its scent, I’m transported there. To me, basil smells like summer—and if I had to put that into words, I would say it smells like hope.

Something similar happens when I smell coffee—which, luckily for me, doesn’t interfere with my sleep at all. Its aroma brings a deep sense of warmth. I associate it with moments shared with loved ones: long conversations, genuine connection, and, of course, tons of laughter.

Perfumes hold a special place in my emotional memory as well. Sometimes, while walking, I pass someone wearing a fragrance that reminds me of one of my children. Instantly, I feel joy. It’s as if the scent carries their presence with it, awakening a deep sense of love.

There is one particular fragrance I can only describe as the aroma of safety. It’s a perfume I love, one that fills my heart with a sense of protection and peace. I don’t encounter it often, but when I do—when I pass someone wearing it—I feel secure. In those moments, I feel cared for, as if God is gently reminding me that I am not journeying alone. It awakens my faith and strengthens me.

Of course, this ability to be transported by scent is not unique to me. It’s something we all experience. I remember once one of my children told me they loved the scent of verbena because it reminded them of their grandmother’s hugs. I don’t think I have a signature scent yet, but I hope that one day I can offer others that same feeling of comfort, love, and peace.

I don’t believe in coincidences. When I cross paths with someone—even a stranger—I try to pay attention. I believe that through the people we encounter, whether in person, through conversation, or even through something we read, there are messages meant for us. Often, those messages come with a quiet call to action: to reflect, to reach out, to do something—to move.

For example, when I recognize a scent that reminds me of my children, I try to act on what that memory stirs in me. If I have my phone nearby, I’ll send a quick message to say I’m thinking of them and that I love them. If I can’t, I’ll say a prayer.

These small, daily details are invitations to connect, to remember, and to turn toward one another—reminding me that even the most subtle experiences can carry meaning and a quiet call to love more intentionally.

What aromas can you smell right now?

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