A View from Outside the Box
Ten Random facts:

Okay Kitty, (ghostofthewind), only for you:

One: I’m connected to the Dutch royal family due to a liason my ancestor, a gardener had with the then, Queen.  My surname was a ‘gift’ from that monarch.

Two: I love toadstools and the damp, loamy scent of a mixed forest.

Three: I’ve worked as a nanny, waitress, cook, barmaid, salesperson, manager, teacher, cleaner, massage therapist, dog walker to name some, and now as a writer.

Four: My home, where I began and where I will finish will be the Isle of Skye, Scotland.

Five:  I can be quite stubborn.

Six: My favourite song as a small child was ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”

Seven: I can be very organised but I’m not very tidy.

Eight: Like Benjamin Button, internally at least, I’m getting younger as I get older.

Nine: My first ‘boyfriend’ was German and wore lederhosen; we were five years old.

Ten: I love Dr. Seuss and his out of the box wit and Roald Dahl for his subversive brilliance.  

Now Mr. Meme (memeengine), how about you?

If my daughter was a snake, this would be her.  Ever since she was very small I’ve hung candy canes in the tree and told her to wait until Christmas to eat them.  Every Christmas, fourteen all told, she has resorted to devious tricks to steal the candy canes before time.  I noticed this afternoon that they are disappearing and two days ago I caught her quickly stuffing one in her bra.  There was something very endearing about this, old enough to be wearing a bra and yet, young enough to want to outwit me for a candy cane.  Don’t tell her, but I’m actually letting her get away with it!

If my daughter was a snake, this would be her.  Ever since she was very small I’ve hung candy canes in the tree and told her to wait until Christmas to eat them.  Every Christmas, fourteen all told, she has resorted to devious tricks to steal the candy canes before time.  I noticed this afternoon that they are disappearing and two days ago I caught her quickly stuffing one in her bra.  There was something very endearing about this, old enough to be wearing a bra and yet, young enough to want to outwit me for a candy cane.  Don’t tell her, but I’m actually letting her get away with it!

bluepueblo:

Winter Swim, Finland
photo via lily

…and this really is Finland.  It’s not some sort of bizarre endurance ritual, but rather the normal way in winter of cooling off after sauna.  My Mother did exactly this, except we didn’t have a lake in our garden, not even a pond.  I suppose you can imagine just how thrilled I was as a self conscious teenager to see my parents dash from sauna, semi- naked, into our garden.  Thankfully, our garden was not looked upon by anyone.  The Finns would have found my teenage angst about nudity ridiculous too, laughing as they jumped into the icy water.      

bluepueblo:

Winter Swim, Finland

photo via lily

…and this really is Finland.  It’s not some sort of bizarre endurance ritual, but rather the normal way in winter of cooling off after sauna.  My Mother did exactly this, except we didn’t have a lake in our garden, not even a pond.  I suppose you can imagine just how thrilled I was as a self conscious teenager to see my parents dash from sauna, semi- naked, into our garden.  Thankfully, our garden was not looked upon by anyone.  The Finns would have found my teenage angst about nudity ridiculous too, laughing as they jumped into the icy water.      

Recently I’ve been looking for a snow globe, a gift I wanted to give a child.  I used to love these when I was young, and spent long minutes gazing into their wintery worlds.  They were magical, a little place of wonder that was forever beautiful.  I would imagine how it would feel to step into the globe, to be small and wander in the land of the dome.  Looking for a globe that fit my memory has been an impossible task.  After some time on the search, I realised it doesn’t exist.  The magic didn’t come from the globe, but came from inside the mind of a child.  No life is stagnant, our world is being altered by our changing perceptions all the time.  Enjoy the magic of the moment whenever you can.  
(For some more snowglobes and photo credit, please click here.) 

Recently I’ve been looking for a snow globe, a gift I wanted to give a child.  I used to love these when I was young, and spent long minutes gazing into their wintery worlds.  They were magical, a little place of wonder that was forever beautiful.  I would imagine how it would feel to step into the globe, to be small and wander in the land of the dome.  Looking for a globe that fit my memory has been an impossible task.  After some time on the search, I realised it doesn’t exist.  The magic didn’t come from the globe, but came from inside the mind of a child.  No life is stagnant, our world is being altered by our changing perceptions all the time.  Enjoy the magic of the moment whenever you can.  

(For some more snowglobes and photo credit, please click here.) 

 - Scent of a Woman
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“My Mother will forever be encapsulated within the smell of her perfume, nail polish, lipstick, the sweet Finnish bread she baked and her collection of hundreds of spices and herbs.”

© S. Marian, Sept.18, 2012

An excerpt from “Olfactory Connections,” to be found on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue.  Discover why scent is so intrinsic to memory and can influence not only where we’ve been, but where we’re going.  Click on the source link to read full piece.


(Theme song from the movie “Scent of a Woman.”)

“…the essence of (scent) attraction is genetic, specifically immunity.  We’re able to distinguish the immune strength and diversity of those we’re interested in by their scent.  We aren’t attracted to people like us in this regard, but are seeking genetic variety.  Women are hugely better at detecting differences in scent than men.”  
© S. Marian, Sept.18, 2012
An excerpt from “Olfactory Connections,” to be found on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue.  Find out what role scent plays in attraction and our choice of a mate - you might be surprised.  Click on the source link for full piece.  

“…the essence of (scent) attraction is genetic, specifically immunity.  We’re able to distinguish the immune strength and diversity of those we’re interested in by their scent.  We aren’t attracted to people like us in this regard, but are seeking genetic variety.  Women are hugely better at detecting differences in scent than men.”  

© S. Marian, Sept.18, 2012

An excerpt from “Olfactory Connections,” to be found on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue.  Find out what role scent plays in attraction and our choice of a mate - you might be surprised.  Click on the source link for full piece.  

“Whether it’s for attracting a mate, making connections, memories or giving solace - our sense of smell is amazing.  As Helen Keller said, ‘Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.’  It reminds us of where we’ve been, but might also give us indications of where we should go.”
© S. Marian, Sept.18, 2012
An excerpt from “Olfactory Connections,” to be found on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue.  Discover why our sense of smell profoundly influences our memories and who we end up with in life.  Click on the source link to view complete piece.  

(Image from The Rubaiyat of Omar Kayyam, image source: http://www.cafleurebon.com/bringing-sexy-back-another-take-on-‘chemistry/)

“Whether it’s for attracting a mate, making connections, memories or giving solace - our sense of smell is amazing.  As Helen Keller said, ‘Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.’  It reminds us of where we’ve been, but might also give us indications of where we should go.”

© S. Marian, Sept.18, 2012

An excerpt from “Olfactory Connections,” to be found on “A View From Outside the Box,” url: adialogue.  Discover why our sense of smell profoundly influences our memories and who we end up with in life.  Click on the source link to view complete piece.  


(Image from The Rubaiyat of Omar Kayyam, image source: http://www.cafleurebon.com/bringing-sexy-back-another-take-on-‘chemistry/)

Olfactory Connections

The sense of smell is primal and its route to our brain is direct and yet, it’s also the most sophisticated of our senses.  While sight and touch each use four sensors or receptors, smell utilises at least 1,000 different receptor types.  Unlike other sensory information, which is sent to the thalamus for processing first, scent travels directly to the hippocampus where we store memories.  This explains why scent memory is so powerful, and the smells of our childhood are well remembered.

 

The perfume of my younger years was my Mother’s and it was called “Je Reviens,” or “I will return.”  It did return, every Christmas and birthday, as do the memories of my glamorous Mother if I smell it today.  This morning I sprayed a little perfume on as I do most days.  Scent isn’t just connected to memory but also to mood.  This is how I’m able justify wearing a perfume that is unavailable in my country.  It comes from Kuwait via a dear friend, a typical Arab scent characteristic of that region. It’s exotic, transporting me to the East and to the mysterious within me.  It makes me feel happy.  I wear perfume for myself, not to mask but to enhance.

 

With regard to enhancement, scent is an effective way to be remembered but also to attract.  If memorable is your aim, then you’d be as well throwing away the perfume and joining the unwashed.  Even better for imprinting on our recollections, do what every dog knows best – roll in something unpleasant.  The fact is, the brain is tenacious about holding on to what it doesn’t like.

 

Noxious odours are excellent for ensuring we aren’t forgotten but they do nothing to aid attraction.  There’s been much said about pheromones but the essence of attraction is genetic, specifically immunity.  We’re able to distinguish the immune strength and diversity of those we’re interested in by their scent.  We aren’t attracted to people like us in this regard, but are seeking genetic variety.  Women are hugely better at detecting differences in scent than men. 

 

With super scent-ory powers, women should be expert at attracting a mate, but legions of single females wouldn’t agree.  It’s not as simple as scent anymore.  Women want everything from a good provider, involved parent and a sensitive listener to a household supporter, great lover and friend.  A tall order.  Fragrant ladies don’t help the olfactory dulled males either, masking our scent signals with a cornucopia of perfumes and potions.

 

We’re unlikely to dispense with our tall orders anytime soon, or our exotic and manufactured scents.  The answer may lay in the beginning, with the earliest connections – our memories.  Maybe every first date could be an artificial scent free zone.  If this progresses to further dates, then one important test has already been passed.  Shared, intense memories are good for bonding.  Subsequent dates could include cooking for each other, visiting gardens, walking in the woods or on a beach, visits to spice stores or florists – anything aromatic with a path to the hippocampus.

 

Returning to the hippocampus, or the olfactory bulb as it’s also known, the most vivid scent recollections contain other answers too.  The clues to the nature of our primary relationships may be found here.  My Mother will forever be encapsulated within the smell of her perfume, nail polish, lipstick, the Finnish sweet bread she baked and her collection of hundreds of spices and herbs.  I have few memories of things she did with me, scent or otherwise because she didn’t.  My Father is found in the smell of cigarettes and Tabac aftershave, books and coffee, the smell of coffee shops we visited on his way to work, while I was mainly seen and not heard.

 

I don’t know what my children will remember about me.  I like so many, appreciate the smell of petrol but also sandalwood, curry spices, especially coriander and cardomon.  I love the scent of cedar, one of the only deep connections I have with the place I grew up.  My olfactory bulb is full of Scotland though, the smell of its beaches and loamy forests, wild garlic and heather, wet wool and wellingtons, sweet tablet and peaty whisky, cold stone and coal fires and damp that permeates everything.  These are just some of the scents of home and have become part of me.   If love is anywhere it may well lie here, in smell. 

 

A mother will know her babies just by their smell.  Considering its influence, we should give this undervalued sense a greater prominence in our lives.  When my children were younger and I was away for a night, they would take a t-shirt I’d worn and sleep in it or keep it near.  This brought them comfort and made them feel closer to me.  Whether it’s for attracting a mate, making connections, memories or giving solace – our sense of smell is amazing.  As Helen Keller said, “Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.” It reminds us of where we’ve been, but might also give us indications of where we should go.

 

 

 

Additional research:

 

ScienceBlogs, The Frontal Cortex, “Smell and Memory,” by Jonah Lehrer

http://scienceblogs.com/cortex/2009/11/09/smell-and-memory/

 

You Tube, “Smell of Attraction – Science of Attraction,”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gfizpfBwYng

 

The Social Issues Research Centre, “The Smell Report,”

http://www.sirc.org/publik/smell_attract.html

 

BBC Future, “Why can smells unlock forgotten memories?”

http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20120312-why-can-smells-unlock-memories

 

 

© S. Marian, Sept. 18, 2012 

 

Isn’t this an incredible image.  The setting sun, the warm and dying colours falling into the sea on Skye and the face.  We could imagine he’s crying for the disappearance of the light and beauty of the sun, his colours so in harmony with it.  In reality, the photographer’s son is crying because he put his feet in the water and it was very cold.  This is a wonderful image and so is their website and photos - take a lookl
(All credit to landscapes365, Isle of Skye)

Isn’t this an incredible image.  The setting sun, the warm and dying colours falling into the sea on Skye and the face.  We could imagine he’s crying for the disappearance of the light and beauty of the sun, his colours so in harmony with it.  In reality, the photographer’s son is crying because he put his feet in the water and it was very cold.  This is a wonderful image and so is their website and photos - take a lookl

(All credit to landscapes365, Isle of Skye)

Tonight before turning in, I was waylaid by nostalgia.  I was hunting for a photo and came across my favourite beagle, Snoopy, eccentric hero of the Peanuts, and a blast from my past, the Easy Bake Oven.  I had one of these until I worked out that the big oven produced better and more satisfying results.  It looked roughly like the photo, was that same horrible institutional swimming pool colour but was full of wonderous possiblities.  You could bake your own little cakes in it, all under the intense glare of a - well, an incandescent lightbulb actually.  The man who developed this exciting toy for girls (gender stereotyping was fully engaged), Ronald Howes also had a part in Play Doh and the Spirograph.  I wonder what happened to all the little girl’s who owned this oven, are they leading enchanted lives of domestic bliss?   

(For those who ended up here because they linked with the tag, girl’s toys and were looking for something different, I’m laughing!)