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That Which Gives Center

  
The smell of smoke. 

Period. 

Smoke brings back memories of all kinds and sorts and sometimes, sometimes, with the pecan smell of dark air emerging from the Weber, I find myself back in center – back in alignment. 
Mostly, I can thank my dad for this. We have and continue to have our best conversations around smoke. Conversations that harken back to the deepest yearnings of who I am and yes, of who we are. 

Father. Son. Fathers. Sons.

Smoke, it takes me bac,k and on good days, it pushes me forward. 

What gives you center?