All posts tagged: perfume

What’s that smell?

My two-year-old darling goes to daycare once a week. She loves it – spends most of the time making dirt pies outside, Mr Biddulph will be pleased to hear, and I’m always thrilled to see how much dirt her clothes have managed to carry home. That statement’s not tongue-in-cheek, by the way. I really am stoked to see her grimy clothes, the clumps of dirt secreted in the toes of her shoes, and know that she’s been engaged in some good, old-fashioned play. Each time I pick her up, swinging her into my arms and covering her face with kisses, I notice a strange smell. When I put my nose to it, inhaling at her neck and in her ash-blonde hair, I realise what it is: someone else’s perfume – the lingering fragrance of another woman’s loving cuddles. The evidence of a Jesus-centred (or should that be Jesus-scented?) life is like this, like a sweet aroma that people are drawn to, intrigued by, entranced by, and which even rubs off on them. They take that aroma home, …

The Perfume of a Faithful Life

Why are flowers the gift of choice when it comes to conveying love? Let’s be frank; a flower is little more than a twig of almost-dead vegetation. It has no practical use – you can’t eat it, hang it on the wall or wash your car with it. You can’t use it as a kind of currency in exchange for that new album on iTunes. It’s not even companionable, like a puppy. You could say that the flower – and for the sake of Valentine’s Day, let’s call it a long-stemmed red rose – is the epitome of vanity. The rose exists as a gift for its beauty and fragrance, if rather shortlived. Oh, and to fuel a $100 billion industry worldwide, according to my (questionable) online sources. Unlatching my tongue from within my cheek, I will admit that the rose is an iconic symbol of love with admirable qualities. Love is beautiful like the rose, passionate as that deep velvety red portrays and, most importantly, love is a quality that permeates our lives like …