In Mexico, Mike and I had a wonderful little laundry lady in the next village over from Chuburna Puerto. The thing we loved the most (besides the alchemy of a tumble of dirty garments and linens returned spotlessly clean and folded) was the scent of the detergent. That scent is powerfully evocative of time and place for me. Yucatán, 2009-2010, when my sweetie and I thought all that lay ahead of us would be as heavenly as life had been to that point.
I think our gal had some kind of magic because I’ve used a Mexican detergent here in the US and it’s not the same. Maybe the hot sun, the scent of the salt on ocean breezes, added something extra.
So when my friend, the remarkable medium Sandy Soulsister, picked up on Mike in mediumship development circle yesterday, she noticed that he was dressed in sandals, loose shorts, and tee shirt — his Mexico uniform — and she picked up an intense scent, something specific to that time and place. I knew it was the laundry. I caught a whiff of it as she was speaking.
There were more messages from the excellent mediums Cindy Bohart and Lisa Wilcoxson, all having to do with a lovely furry family member who may be leaving us soon. The evidence in those messages was quite clear and I’m so grateful to know that she is peaceful and okay with all that is happening. I love her madly. She’s a legit angel in a lush golden coat.
And then, just before bed last night, I picked up a freshly laundered sleep shirt and there it was, that scent. I inhaled Mexico, a tiny fishing village on the coast, the scent of Mike when I hugged him in our adopted country. It was very strong. The precise and unforgettable aroma of Chelem laundry lady’s soap and softener permeated my jammies washed with Tide in the ATL.
Hello sweetheart. Thank you.
He’s done this before. Invisible scent clouds of a pipe tobacco he loved appearing at meaningful times. His cologne on a rolled up shirt three years after he left, when nothing of his scent remained on any of his clothes.
It was some sort of spirit wizardry, the oh-so-welcome kind of thing our loved ones on the other side send us so we know we’re not alone. I know that very well these days, and yet hearing from my people, finding these gifts along the way are such a comfort. I don’t know what kind of energetic woowoo goes into making a scent appear but it feels like he’s having fun with it. (And I just got a flash of Brenda and Mike high fiving each other and laughing, so yeah, it’s fun for them.)
Making magic, sending love, they’ll do it again and again. Watch. Listen. Inhale. You just may encounter something enchanting.