The Equivalent of the Feeling of Being at Home
What it’s Like to Feel at Home. I’m going to tell you about an experience, even a discovery, I could call it. Considering the level of development in this field, it could indeed be a discovery.
I know you don’t understand what I’m referring to, but have a little patience. In two more lines, I’ll quench your curiosity.
First, I’d ask you to think about what you experienced, how you felt when, even though you thought you were at the “end of the earth,” you heard your mother tongue, our beautiful Mioritic language? 😉 Did you feel familiarity? Safety? Satisfaction? Comfort? Or at least a state of wow?
A similar feeling is experienced by anyone who is spoken to in their language. For you, normal writing, for a blind person, Braille writing.
What you see with your eyes, they feel with their fingers.
But to get back, I am very passionate about perfumes, everything that certain aromas imply – therapy for me, I won’t explain that, just a little side note. Where did this love for aromas come from?
It could be a substitute for color therapy. Or in my mind, these two combine, because for each scent I could assign a color 😊
I digressed again. What it’s like to feel at home.
My intention was to tell you how amazed I was by a discovery in the field of perfumes. Here I’m not referring to something new in the area of aromas, or some notes I hadn’t encountered before, but rather something on the surface, a perfume house that decided blind people need to know!
Imagine, they wrote in Braille on the boxes, the house, and the names of the enchanted bottles.
Come on, you know what Braille writing is, that combination of raised dots that allows blind people to find out what they are holding and not need a neighbor to tell them what perfume they are touching, that is if they live alone, or to go looking for someone in the house, “Mom, mom, what kind of tea is this? I want to make myself some mint tea, but I don’t know if this is one of those laxative teas, because I still have other things to do.” 🙂
I can’t convey what I felt then. I had a reaction of: “I can’t believe this,” but look, it’s possible! How could I not be so amazed and pleasantly surprised when Lancome is the only perfume house, among those I know, that has this particularity.
At that moment, I felt a strong sense of acceptance, something like the feeling that envelops you when you discover a taste or a color that transports you to your childhood, or reminds you of a dear place or a beloved person.
The equivalent feeling of: “huuu, I’m home.”
What makes you feel accepted as you are?
I look forward to your comments!
