Sensory Perception

No matter where I am, whether on a cold winter walk home,

 or a sultry stroll in a warmer country than mine,

the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys

or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle,

stir up buried images:

of me wrapped in my grandfather’s wool cardigan, on my way

to the Pacific Ocean every chance I get, to nestle in damp sand,

underneath a million shimmering stars as wood smoke rises

from a glowing fire on the beach, igniting the primal and

blurring the borders of here and there,

the sense of other, closer than I think, as time dissolves,

leaving my heart wide open.

A pair of Merganser ducks captured on an early spring day at Lost Lagoon on the edge of Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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46 Responses to Sensory Perception

  1. Shirley Ross says:

    Moments are really what counts. A short glance or feel of the wonderful, etched in our hearts forever.
    Love Mom

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  2. trE says:

    The peace of this is so necessary right now. Thank you for sharing.

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  3. Don says:

    I know what you mean by the smell of wood smoke. Some people in our neighbourhood have wood burners and the smell of them burning also does something to me. It evokes all sorts of feelings and memories.

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  4. ugetse says:

    Beautiful poem . I know the smell of wood smoke, you are talking about. . Like you, my heart is wide open to life, living constantly in the moment, celebrating the beauty that surrounds us. Thank you Kim for your beautiful words.

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    • All we need is the sound of drumming! I recently heard some drumming down by Second Beach…the scent of wood smoke and the primal sound of drums, heavenly! Thank you (as always!) for your own beautiful words…


  5. “a glowing fire on the beach, igniting the primal.” I love that. Something our ancestors have done for tens of thousands of years. It surely blurs time and opens the heart. Beautiful, Kim.

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  6. KIm, “the scent of wood smoke rising up from condo chimneys/or from tiny eating places tucked into jungle,/ stir up buried images” loved this imagery. Walking along with the worlds, holding up the meaning for better clarity, the warmth of “grandfather’s wool cardigan…: beautifully penned, with emotions.

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  7. calmkate says:

    a delightful tribute to your grandfather and I also love wood smoke, just had a wood barbecue for dinner …. you write well coz it’s from so deep in your heart!

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  8. These are truly precious memories Kimberlee, written so beautifully.

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  9. Absolutely gorgeous Kimberlee, I love the way the wood smoke is a thread between the now and then, and the in between. I love the image of being wrapped in your grandfather’s cardigan and the image of the fire on the beach.

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  10. A beautiful write Kim, so many lovely memories wrapped in your grandfather’s wool cardigan alone 🙂💖 xxx

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  11. Robyn Haynes says:

    Your words evoked such comfort in me. Beautiful imagery.

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  12. Mackenzie says:

    Every time I read your words I have a new perspective.. some people live moments and they are catalogued, as a place to be referred to but not often reflected upon. You live and absorb your memories, taking in each of the five senses, being ever present. Then you allow that moment to infiltrate your current moment, and articulate it in a way that we can enter that moment with you. Thank you for writing. You inspire me more than you know!

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  13. This is so beautiful …a dream setting for me 🙂

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  14. Your description made me want to get to the beach right now. You are a bit further north but the PNW beaches are awe inspiring. I don’t think I’ve ever had a fire on the beach but it would probably be mystical.

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    • I’m waiting for the warmer days to arrive and hope I can spend more time at the beaches…I remember crossing the border into Washington to spend time on the wild beaches near Blaine…more good memories (we are so blessed here in the PNW!). Thank you for stopping by, I really appreciate it!

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  15. michnavs says:

    This is a beautiful reminder that we should always cherish even the simplest memories we’ve had with our love ones…this poem too prods me to make more memories so that in time i would have so many with me wherever i go…

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  16. ellie894 says:

    This is a lovely perceiving that invites and welcomes all of my senses to join you. I can feel the sand between squirming toes, the scent of the both the fire and the salt air that it fills. Mostly my heart is touched by a memory place, sweet moments of gentle protection…long ago when the world seemed simpler to my tiny self. I catch myself as you’ve taken me passed your own place to another one of my own…and the salty sweet tears it brings. Thank you,your writing is always a joy to me 🌷

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  17. Jina Bazzar says:

    This was beautiful. It reminds me of feeling content.

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  18. amidivit says:

    Lovely and a touching read. Can check my new poetry on the vision of the naked truth :perception and can post your feedback in comments section too.

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  19. Silent Hour says:

    How lovely this was! A journey to a place and into your soul.

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