Déjà vu Stories
6:31:06 AM 08.07.09
Pinto
by Delilah Bromfield
Connection...our inner being or a lost love one connecting with our conscious mind is how I describe deja vu. Most of the experiences are usually triggered by one of our senses, maybe even possibly our "sixth" sense.
When I was growing up back in the 60's, our family had to plant a garden each year to help with finances. Each spring, we would all unite and get our rakes to clear and burn the dead leaves making way for new growth.
My mother would put a pot of pinto beans on the stove early that morning to cook while our garden work was being done. The aroma of the leaves burning and the beans cooking on a fresh spring day satisfied my sense of smell. Later in the evening as the sun went down we would sit by the fire and roast a few marshmallows, sometimes sing a few songs. If we decided to tell stories instead, the frogs in a nearby stream supplied the music.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband raked up some leaves out back and burned them after the sun went down. Frog's were singing nearby. When I caught a whiff of that aroma, I began smelling my Mom's pinto beans cooking, although I had nothing on the stove or in the oven. I felt the same pleasurable experience I had felt years ago as a child. I felt a closeness to my Mom and her presence even though she has been gone about fifteen years. For me, this deja vu experience was my Mom's way of giving me comfort and reminding me that she will always be near.
http://www.helium.com/items/318648-short-stories-deja-vu
Connection...our inner being or a lost love one connecting with our conscious mind is how I describe deja vu. Most of the experiences are usually triggered by one of our senses, maybe even possibly our "sixth" sense.
When I was growing up back in the 60's, our family had to plant a garden each year to help with finances. Each spring, we would all unite and get our rakes to clear and burn the dead leaves making way for new growth.
My mother would put a pot of pinto beans on the stove early that morning to cook while our garden work was being done. The aroma of the leaves burning and the beans cooking on a fresh spring day satisfied my sense of smell. Later in the evening as the sun went down we would sit by the fire and roast a few marshmallows, sometimes sing a few songs. If we decided to tell stories instead, the frogs in a nearby stream supplied the music.
A couple of weeks ago, my husband raked up some leaves out back and burned them after the sun went down. Frog's were singing nearby. When I caught a whiff of that aroma, I began smelling my Mom's pinto beans cooking, although I had nothing on the stove or in the oven. I felt the same pleasurable experience I had felt years ago as a child. I felt a closeness to my Mom and her presence even though she has been gone about fifteen years. For me, this deja vu experience was my Mom's way of giving me comfort and reminding me that she will always be near.
http://www.helium.com/items/318648-short-stories-deja-vu
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