The senses

'...i'm very happy to be home in the countryside, it's such a different way of life down here, and in this weather it's so hot and beautiful, really green, and all the flowers out and birds and it's silent... i spent the afternoon mowing all the grass around my parent's house and down the garden and between the flower beds with my top off in the sun and got sweaty and covered in dirt and it was just glorious. i forget sometimes how life is in the countryside.'





Well, as soon as I read a friend's account of the afternoon it striked me how sensual it all felt. It was like if it was me there myself. How hot it felt on the skin, how the eyes picked up the green and all the flowers around- as well as the smell of them I can imagined were noticed too. The hearing sense not only picked up the music of the birds but also of the silent... I really like listening to the silent sometimes, it does have its own music.





The hands touching the flower beds and the skin getting dirty in the process, creating a new texture against the skin when mixed with sweat of the hardwork and hot weather. It really sounded glorious!!!! I forget sometimes how good it is to have all these senses available to us.