Post by gumby on May 23, 2014 22:20:54 GMT -5
Certain smells especially trigger PL episodes for me, as an example the smell of bread baking recently brought back to me a certain bakery which I frequented in Stuttgard as Katie. It was a small bakery located on a narrow, winding cobblestone street near the central district of Stuttgart. There was a small sign which jutted towards the street, supported by some lattice metal rod, a curving wooden sign hinged to the rod. The name of the bakery is on that sign, but I can't remember the name, but it's a short name. like Buhl's ? I can still smell the aroma of the baked goods as I walk toward the carved wood door with a small window toward the top. There is also a store front window where you can see some the the pastries and other sweets on display. I enter and the owner smiles at me, and I purchase two bread loaves and some cakes, and my eye is attracted to some chocolates in a display case. I have to buy one for myself, my treat for the day. I pay for the goods and place everything in my large basket which I carry each day to the market. Yes, there are so may pleasant smells which come from the bakery.
My sense of smell is so acute in this life that I worked a a food tester for some time. I love to smell the aroma of a fine restaurant or the odor of the waterfront in SF. I think that my obsession with smell comes from my primal past life, where I lived in the stone age. At that time, smells meant everything. I knew when it was time to go into the forest to collect tree saps, berries and nuts by the smells on the breeze. I knew how to find the much coveted mint by the smell. It seems like these memories have become engraved in my mind through an association with the sense of smell. It all probably comes from my stone age life, where the idenity of smells in the forest were so critical to survival. I find myself now in a world of scents, I smell everything as a dog sniffs, sometimes this seems so primitive, but it is all a part of my nature now and my past lives.
My sense of smell is so acute in this life that I worked a a food tester for some time. I love to smell the aroma of a fine restaurant or the odor of the waterfront in SF. I think that my obsession with smell comes from my primal past life, where I lived in the stone age. At that time, smells meant everything. I knew when it was time to go into the forest to collect tree saps, berries and nuts by the smells on the breeze. I knew how to find the much coveted mint by the smell. It seems like these memories have become engraved in my mind through an association with the sense of smell. It all probably comes from my stone age life, where the idenity of smells in the forest were so critical to survival. I find myself now in a world of scents, I smell everything as a dog sniffs, sometimes this seems so primitive, but it is all a part of my nature now and my past lives.
