i have been revisiting my word of the year from wave. it turned out to be such an accurate description of that season of my life. of both the tumult and wonder i experienced. this year i want to risk more.
i no longer am able to take pleasure in the citrusy scent of a freshly cut orange, the perfumed air from a bouquet of roses, the sweet powdery smell of a baby's soft skin. we live our lives through our senses, and i've lost my sense of smell.