This d’var Torah on Parshas Vayayshev is dedicated l’ilui nishmas my mother.
Perfumalosophy is a term I coined to remember that Hashem,as with Yosaif Hatzadik, never gives us one iota more tza’ar than we are meant to suffer.365 days a year those caravans carried the most foul-smelling cargo.Yosaif is there,but ONLY TO BE TRANSPORTED–NOT TO SUFFOCATE FROM THE STENCH–so …lo and behold,the wagon smells like awesome perfume.
I see that with every bump and crease I encounter along the road,there are always a few “lights in the tunnel” to make the journey manageable,even joyful!And when it’s really too much…time for a new door to open…I am “released from prison”.
In a word:Perfumalosophy.