I bought a grape fruit last week. It was the first time I’d ventured to the store in over a month. I was only buying neccessities for me. And when I passed the grapefruit, I knew, I needed it.
And so it has sat on my counter all week. And when I walk by and want one moment of blissful joy, I stop, cup the fruit in my hand, and take a deep long inhale of its citrus happiness. Sometimes I even scratch it a little, just to wake it up, and get it to share its beautiful scent a little more.
I have no intention of eating the grapefruit . . . not for a while; it would put my stomach over the edge.
“It will go bad” Wyatt complained when I told him this.
“No it won’t!” I said in my most threatening if-you-throw-this-away-you’ll-be-sorry voice. “It’s citrus. Citrus lasts a long, long time.”
I remember when I was expecting Everett, and I dreamed of trees with oranges and lemons as big as balloons. And the clean fresh scent made me realize, in my dreams, just what my body was needing.
It makes me happy.
I’m so sorry you’re so sick. However, I congratulate you on the wonderful news that you’re having another. That is such a blessing, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.
Sounds like what would make your day is a diffuser and a bottle of grapefruit essential oil. It could change your life. 🙂 But you’re right – the grapefruit will likely last a long time – and it’s a lot cheaper.