Sensory Saturdays

The little things which I notice, make me smile, or make me feel compelled to write about. Or maybe it’s an excuse to use alliteration. You’ll never know.

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• Eye contact. Something so seemingly minute and inconsequential, but leaves an indelible impact. Too little contact says you’re detached. Apathetic. Nervous, insociable. Too much eye contact makes the other uncomfortable, like you’ve crossed some borderline. Just the right amount—the locking of eyes that makes someone look away, but want to look back – is such a beautiful thing. It’s the little things in life.

• Pilates. All things flexible, bendy, and beautiful, I love. I adore things that make me feel like a woman. I’ve just started yesterday and woke up feeling absolutely sore. All over. It hurts so, so good.

• Raw smoothies. A bit tangy, a bit sweet, wholly fresh. The joys of returning to holistic eating feels so right. My body says thank you in advance.

• Reading. I haven’t in a while. In a year, actually, not counting required readings for classes. I’ve forgotten the pleasures that come with simply relaxing and just letting your eyes and mind glaze over slightly. Let the printed words on the page take over, let the imagination stir from its deep slumber. I’ve just started Steve Martin’s “An Object of Beauty.” Deliciously smart so far, and it’s a beautiful book just to hold…

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