I'm doing Susannah's journal your life at the moment and finding it really healing. I loved this prompt from last week, which is really a return to the way I used to blog.
On Monday, I was driving home from yoga and the (old, unfashionable) song that had been in my head all day started on the radio.
On Tuesday, I was squashed behind a man in a wet leather jacket on the rush hour train. The smell transported me back to my cousins' sitting room as a child.
On Wednesday, I walked into the park and caught the sweet smell of a winter flowering plant at the entrance.
On Thursday, I played in my new creative dream journal. There was the smell of glue and the satisfying sound of tearing magazine pages.
On Friday, I saw a luminous shot of gold on the horizon, like glowing stripes, as I headed home from the beach at dusk.
On Saturday, I laughed at one of Dad's jokes as we headed into the showrooms at Ikea.
On Sunday, I finished sewing an apron and listened to jazz in the afternoon sunlight.