Sensation
A post yesterday made me start thinking about the difference between sensation (physical) and feeling (emotional/mental). Together they somehow create and reflect our individual make up. I couldn’t sleep last night. I was out so late and the beers, the bar food, and the smoke had me feeling a bit uncomfortable. I don’t know if I fell asleep longer than forty minutes at a time, so forgive me if this is even more random than normal.
I mentally made up a list of key personal sensations between 2 and 3 am, aside from that there’s no rhyme or reason.
Favorite sounds: leather creaking, happy laughter, trees in wind.
Favorite smells: a baby’s head, wet leaves, wood smoke.
Favorite sights: sunsets, cityscapes, sun reflected on water.
Favorite touch: fur (animal or human), denim, water
Favorite tastes: chocolate, cheese, steak
Worst Pain Ever: a certain category of muscle spasm at the top of my spine called torticollis that paralyzed me for 8 terrifying hours, waking up from knee surgery the first time, getting kicked in the (open) eye by a big guy wearing boots.
Best overall sensations which bleed into feelings: making love (note the term), dry platonic kisses from friends, full body hugs from either.
This is such a great time for post your favorite sensations. We’ve officially entered Fall, but the leaves haven’t started changing around here until a few days ago. It’s now that you notice the different smell of Fall, and how different the outside world looks from Summertime.
Think of all the Fall smells: Leaves on the ground, Halloween candy (seriously ever sniff the inside of a pillowcase full of miniatures and you know what I’m talking about), hollowed out pumpkins, and very soon Turkey.
Then of course there’s all the sights of Fall: People start wearing sweaters, there’s the occasional jacket and scarf combo, leaves are red orange and yellow, the sky’s a little grayer, and the days get shorter.
Don’t forget the tastes: Apples, cider, pumpkin pie, the somehow different flavor to a midget-sized Snickers, pumpkin seeds.
Mia, I could go on forever!
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
wow
that’s really niceyummy Elle, yummy. yes i do stick my face in the pillowcase of candy (or the bag). so good.
mini mr goodbars
MM MMM
Tiny packages of Milk Chocolate M&Ms.
ahh, the smells of autumn: wet leaves, wood smoke, and baby head. ;P
I’m actually right there with you on most of these. You do kind of lose me on the favorite tastes, though....notsomuch my scene.
it was a toss up between kalamata olives and steak.
considering i eat steak maybe 3 times a year… but the way my dad makes it.. my goodness. that’s what i had in mind when i wrote it -actually when i thought it up at 2 am.
you’re a non meat person? non cheese? non dairy? non chocolate?
elle, hold my hand!Favorite Sounds: My son or daughter saying “good morning daddy” or “yes sir/mam (I think I spelled mam right, I know how it sounds) without prompting”, a just previously dead engine starting.
Favorite Smells: Petting my dog the day after he gets a good bath, Bacon frying or coffee cooking, diesal exhaust (don’t ask, it is a former Marine thing), Real Honey Suckle, Modesty and good taste prevent me from revealing another.
Favorite Sights: Any non-industrial Cheasepeake Bay shoreline, My daughter’s eyes when she smiles, My Grandmother’s House Dresses (she died at 94 a week before my 4.5 year old daughter died).
Favorite Touch: Soil in my little vegetable garden, Vegetables in my little vegetable garden, a bottle of beer in the bottom of an ice bath, a live blue crab just caught.
Favorite Tastes: Again Modesty and good taste prevent me from revealing one of my favorites, really good beer (particularly fresh homemade), First cup of good coffee in the morning, carmalized shallots-butter-bacon (and anything).
Worst Pain Ever: Holding my son down while a doctor put stitches in his eyelid (the doctor used minimal anesthesia because he was inexperienced/and/or afraid of possible side effects-I don’t know which), My Grandmother dying, letting someone down.
BOSWBintoF: cessation of pain, fulfillment of a longing, a multitude of smells.This----(she died at 94 a week before my 4.5 year old daughter died
Should Have Read----(she died at 94 a week before my 4.5 year old daughter was born).Kind of important four different letters-I am sure there is some hidden, incredibly meaningful, philisophical truth I should have now realized but pretty much completely missed.
“you’re a non meat person? non cheese? non dairy? non chocolate?”
yeah...never really did mention that, did I?
you can see now why the local vegan bakery gives me so much delight.
Mia, we can hold hands and skip down the lane.
nothing against my vegetarian friends Calvo, you know i’m just teasing.
i’ve been embracing my unwise/unhealthy cravings more often than not lately.... someone around here needs to be a good influence.
my…
i feel you, i can’t imagine, kevin.
p.s. m’am… it is the the abbreviation of madamthat’s not my tofu, really...I was just holding it for a friend.
...I learned it from watching you, dad!
;P
*falls out of chair*
come on… try the steak wrapped in bacon, you’ll like it. it’s good for you.
in life, as in art, you really need cheese.
just saying
you use cheese in art? freak.
usedta be a big cheese fan.
on the other hand, I make a killer vegan pizza with olive paste in lieu of tomato sauce/cheese.
you’d prolly like it. if you’re nice to me…
:)
I don’t have a problem...I can stop any time I want.
as long as I don’t start to “look vegan” I’m okay with it.
if that ever starts to happen, you have my permission to hold an intervention.
olive paste eh? actually that sounds good.
you can’t stop anytime you want, your body doesn’t make the *right* enzymes anymore. HA! ;p
i’m apparently posing as a non-vegetarian b/c i don’t have any meat in the house. lots of dairy, tons even. strong bones baby, strong bones.
*does charles atlas impression*
oh no...you did not just go there!
I can’t believe you’re dissin’ my enzyme production.
a word to the wise...be careful with all your protein
ew...sorry.
your comments strip out target attributes on anchor tags.
i HAD read that once, that the protein of one egg is more than a woman needs and leeches calcium out of the body. hmmm
now that this is in the archives, it won’t be that bad. thanks for trying to do a new window… i know how that is.
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