I noticed that the scent of laundry detergent instantly lowers my libido. I was staying at an Airbnb, and they had a conventional laundry detergent with a typical artificial scent. The kind of scent many people find pleasant. Actually, do they? Maybe they are too desensitized, like I used to be. Anyway, I switched to natural, unscented products a few years ago when I got sick. Since then, I’ve eliminated toxins from my daily routines, cleansed my body’s internal system, and gotten used to my clothes and linens having no scent. Now my system cannot tolerate this fake smell. Not only does it lower my libido, but it also gives me a headache, disrupts my sleep, messes with my hormones, numbs my joints, and puts me in an irritable mood overall. It scares me to know I am actually in the minority. The world is filled with all kinds of chemical scents.
I’m feeling at ease, even more relaxed, because what’s meant for me won’t pass me by. I used to say that blindly, but now I know it. Woke up too late and missed a thing? I was supposed to miss it. Took the wrong turn and ended up somewhere else? That was the destination for now. Felt too tired at someplace fun? I was asked to rest. Communication unusually slow and quiet? It’s making space for something new. A friend didn’t follow through on their word? It’s not the time. What’s meant for me comes to me effortlessly. Without me trying. Without me saying a word. If I have to force it, I don’t want it. It’s all good.
Thank you for singing for me. Thank you for taking me to the rocks so I remember where I am from. Thank you for making me jewelry. Thank you for seeing the light in me and for seeing beyond what I saw in myself. Thank you for telling me that. Thank you for trusting me despite how little we know about each other in earthly ways. Thank you for sharing your wisdom with me. Now go home to the rocks where you will bask in peace, love, and music. I hope you get to relax. I hope they see you for who you are. I hope you sing again.
You fan my fire. You have access to my love and passion. You flaunt me in front of your peers. You benefit and feed off my energy. You love the idea of me. But when it counts, you bail out. You run away. You don’t have the capacity to match my depth. I find myself frustrated and unfulfilled. A relationship with you is transactional. I look back. It has always been that way.