Happy Mothers Day
A word-scent linked portrait of my mother. The inspiration for my perfume, Anam Cara.
Long ago ~ Anam Cara Base Notes
Warm grounding Sandalwood and Vanilla… Staring into the grass. Raggedy Anne doll by my side. My mother, the artist, is near, Under the oaks, drawing. She has stayed home to be with me. I feign sick just to be with her. Loved.
Potent scent of Fossilized Amber… Her drawing, A portrait of me, I have the striped legs of Raggedy Anne. She creates, I marvel in awe "How does she do that?"
Patchouli, the earthy unconventional… She lets me run wild through forests and climb pyramids. Viewing the world through her eyes, Eyes filled with curiosity and humor.
Not too too long ago ~ Anam Cara Heart Notes
Sweetness of Bulgarian Rose… I do really, really, stupid things. Haunt questionable neighborhoods, Make bad choices. They are barely mentioned.
Spicy Clove and luscious Orange Blossom… A heady period Of shared African dance classes, Performance art collaborations. She plays Shaman. Her 'Lowly Potato' soliloquy steals the show.
Rich comforting Coffee aroma… Now I am the mother and teacher. Frequent, lengthy, excruciating stretches of distressing chaos. “First there must be chaos, then art.” We laugh over commiserative cups. And 'chaos first' becomes my mantra.
Pretty much now ~ Anam Cara Top Totes
Sparkle and Shimmery scent of Petitgrain, Bergamot, and Haute Lavender… It is summer and we sit under the Oaks. On a swing seat drinking wine in the middle of the afternoon “Isn’t it close enough to 3:00?” We reminisce. When her stories get lively I pull my legs up under me, And let her push. And she pushes us with gusto. Legs matching the exuberance of words. Her spirit shimmery Our friendship sparkles.