A sensual vacation

How many senses do I have?  I hear, see, smell, taste, touch and those are just the ones that are easy to measure.  What about those things I only feel in my head and heart? 

Hearing my favorite music, or seeing a beautiful sight is nice, but it is the visceral aftermath that really rounds out the experience. 

Truly satisfying experiences incorporate every part of my being from the outside in.  My hand runs across something round and smooth and my heart contracts, my mind swells.  Synapses fire in my brain pulling up memories, pictures from the past, echoes of every similar experience that this one might build on and what was a tiny moment in time becomes whole, immense, satisfying in ways I can barely explain.

Living in the moment can be such a sensual vacation that it leaves me limp with joy. 

Every bite of food from the crisp pristine delight of pineapple snow to the warm gooey sweetness of a half baked cookie floating in bits of chocolate and cold vanilla ice cream, touch my tongue and burrow into my unconscious.

Every step vibrates with the fact that it is taking me some place I want to go, a place in the world, a place in the heart, a place among the healthy, the intriguing, the beautiful, or even the frightening.  Nothing is humdrum and simple when I am immersed in this sort of living.

And yet, it is simply amazing to think life can be so rich.