Clarity and a Song

As the days go by, the clarity on my life seems to be more and more in focus. Ironically, it gets more clear, when I realize it's always going to be unclear. My life is so much more magical when I let go of having a clear vision and simply have a direction. All we need to know is the direction and do small tasks to better ourselves, while we're headed in that direction.

The rest is up to the Universe. It will grab you, share you with others, wrap you up in book deals, label signings, rich friendships, deep laughter, salty tears, and all the trials you need to find the grit necessary for your journey and success. 

All this to say; I know I'm supposed to share my words with the world. Plain and simple, just words. For so long, I wouldn't write, because it didn't fit what I thought I was supposed to be writing about and it's just a beautiful realization that I can share any and all words. I don't need to have a super clear vision on what kind of writer I am, I simply just need to write. So, whatever your "write," is, just simply do that. 

All that to say; I wrote a song. This phrase popped into my head about three years ago and I couldn't wait to get my pen to paper to create a song about it. It's about the transportation of scent. When you smell something and it automatically takes you to another place and time in your life. In my head, it's sung from a beautiful, powerful country voice, so imagine that as you read. :) 

Smells Like A Memory

Driving with the windows down,
Smell of summer creeping around,
It's the SPF 30, the salt, and the sand,
You leading the way, by pulling my hand

I'm not sure if it was Hawaiian Tropic or Coppertone,
All I know is, it brings me right back to the days I couldn't leave you alone. 

*Smells like a memory,
Smells like you and me,
Those yesterdays written on my heart,
Those memories and I, will never part,
Smells like a memory*

Walking in from a cold winter night,
You can hear the crackle and see the dim light,
Reds and golds coming from that fireplace,
Feeling the warmth on my face

It's the smell of the burning wood,
And I'm back laughing with my brothers,
Unaware of how childhood was so, so good.

*Smells like a memory,
Smells like you and me,
Those yesterdays written on my heart,
Those memories and I, will never part,
Smells like a memory*

Digging through dresser drawers,
It's an old, grey shirt that rocks me to the core,
The name of the cologne isn't worth the bother,
I just know it's the smell of the man that raised my father,
Early morning coffee in the basement,
Staring up at Grandpa in amazement.

*Smells like a memory,
Smells like you and me,
Those yesterdays written on my heart,
Those memories and I, will never part,
Smells like a memory*

Smells like a memory,
With just one scent,
I don't know where all those years went,
Smells like a memory.