Violets

I smell of violets. I don't know why. I have no violet scented potions or creams. I have consulted with others in my home and they concur with my initial diagnosis. I smell of violets.

It is at times overwhelming. I don't know where it has come from and so I resign myself to the Gods and Goddesses sprinkling me with violet stardust. It could be a worse smell I suppose.

Last night I dreamed of a long road and fire and salt last night. They represent in this order: Lifes journey, the power of ritual and the divine within me.

And today I smell of violets.
A flower of sacrifice, love and good fortune.