May 26, 2003
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Good Taste or Tastes Good
The realization that I'm a very sensual person came as a surprise. I'm not sure when I first noticed. Maybe it was the time I was embarrassed when the salesclerk caught me running my fingers along the various bolts of fabric just for the enjoyment of the texture. Maybe it was when I realized that not everyone cries at symphonies. Maybe it was when my friend told me that I cook "weird." Doesn't everyone cook by smell, taste and appearance? No, I was informed, normal people use something called a recipe.
When I learned the "rule of three" that is supposed to be employed in making a purchase, it was intuitive to me in a way it was never meant to be. Before buying a couch for instance, you are supposed to consider functionality, design/attractiveness, and value. If it fills three different needs, it's a good purchase. I have always asked my belongings to meet multiple needs.
Does the dishsoap smell good? When I walk in these shoes do they make a pleasing sound? Is the grain of wood in the desk interesting? Does the stone feel smooth? A glance around my reading corner is an invitation to indulge the senses. Sticks of incense perfume the air. The laughter of the water fountain tickles the ear. Smooth stones meant to be touched, stroked and arranged are within easy reach of your fingers. The sand of the tiny zen garden responds to the tiny rake with undulating waves of symmetry that imply time and timelessness. The chair I sit in has multiple choices for built in massage and two different settings for heat.
This afternoon I have a weighty tome of analytical data I'll be reading through. But, at the same time I exercise my mind, I'll be indulging my body with the delights that I've gathered for my little corner. I don't have to think about it to know that I'm happier reading in my corner than I am if I try to read sitting at the kitchen table. Knowing how much I like it, I'm presently working through the options for creating a reading corner especially for the kids. I know it would have been far easier for my teachers to get my mind on my lessons if my body hadn't been offended by the sensual deprivation of the school building with it's grayish cement walls and the hard stone feel of the floor. (Although I do remember sneaking my feet out of my shoes to cool my toes on that floor on hot September days.)
I enjoy efficiency. I like for my pantry to be neatly arranged with the vegetables in careful alphabetical order, but it doesn't hurt that the various sizes of the packaging make for interesting displays of line, form, and color. Not that I often stand and admire the wonder of the pantry, but I could. Because it is, wonder-full. I've recently assigned the task of dusting to Tucker, but I kind of miss the smell of the polish and the glide of the cloth through the swirl of dust that gathers on the shelves. Vacuuming the floor means making patterns in the carpet and then walking carefully for the next hour so that the floor becomes a living sculpture.
Now if you'll excuse me, I see a lovely sunbeam warming the floor next to Michael's desk. If I go quickly, I can scrunch my toes in the warmth while we practice his spelling words.
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Ohoh...I don't use recipes, I like to play with the vacuum on the carpet, and I am the biggest fabric toucher on Earth. I like to iron, because I like to see the wrinkles go away, and I liked to paste wax my mother's wooden floors, because it was so cool, the wax felt good, smelled good, and the buffer was just FUN...LOL However, my veggies are NOT alphabetical.
That's just NOT me. Enjoy the sunshine!
Good blog. Our house is a bit more chaotic that that, but there are things like that I enjoy a great deal. The feel and smell of clean sheets, rain falling, distant thunder, a purring cat.
Life is good when we take time to enjoy those little things.
it's great to come to someone's blog and not only learn about that person but then to also learn a little bit about myself... thank you
~SirPatrick~
Oh, I like those things, too. I had just installed a granite sink in the house we left. We are building a new home and I've found a place that will order me another sink which isn't really granite, but a composite that has the look. My husband wanted to know why I was so intent on this sink instead of steel or enamel, and it is the feel of it. That is hard to explain to someone who doesn't feel it. It isn't cold and hard like the other two. It is very smooth but in a different way. It just feels warm. Go figure what I'm talking about. Fabric stores are another place where I must feel the fabric in order to "see" it. You can hit me and I won't cry. You can play the New World Symphony and I'll have tears running down my cheeks. I thought i was nuts or something. Glad to know that others are tender hearted too.
My mini-zen garden has a weed growing in it.
I've always loved textures. For me, I look for textured clothing.
I like the idea of calling myself "sensual" so much better than "Half-gay".
Teriffic blog. I too cook by smell and taste. I thought everyone did it that way too. Afterall, isn't that what the people you are serving do? This was a very good blog.
that was nice. thank you.
wish I could prop you more
Ahhhh, you cook like I do!
(Do you do the same when you bake? I tend to follow recipes when I bake, and pretty much to the letter as well, or else I end up with a mess!
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I know you will be shocked when I say I identify with a lot of this.
My hubby was the first one to call me a passionate person... and he wasn't just talking about kissin', LOL! Passion and sensuality: it is good to drink deep at life's fountain! 
ahh, terri... you little hedonist you.
well I am a touchy feely kind of gal...
i love to smell things and feel things...
LOL
Tina
I thought about this as I was sitting in the dental chair, hearing the shrill, high pitched whirr of the drill and smelling that sort of medicinal burnt smell that accompanies it. I embrace my sensual nature, but in some situations I wish I was a little more cerebral and a little less attuned to the pleasures of the flesh.
When I'm in a department store, I find myself touching shirts and dresses or pants as I pass them, depending on if they look like they'd feel good to touch. I think your being a very sensual person is a great thing...although personally, the sound of those rock fountains would probably make me have to pee if I listened to it all the time
Morganna - I even bake this way. I did start out using a recipe for bread, but I've mad eit so many times now that I just kind of throw what I feel like into the mix. I'm surprised at how often an actual loaf of bread is produced.
Beautiful, warm fuzzy blog! You just made me feel all warm and cozy thinking of all those sights, sounds, textures and scents. Mmmmmmm. Good stuff my sensual friend.
Goodness me... I am so pleased I came to see you today. You are so very much like me in spirit, but you're not me. Amazing. It makes me want to ask you things just to see if you are like me in those ways too, but I'm too busy folding my towels so that the geometric patterns form little X's as I pile them carefully in a perfect little tower... *grins*
By the way... no, it wasn't you... nothing you have ever said to me has felt "silly." I'm happy you understood and relate to what I was saying in my blog, though. It's just something I've been wanting to say for a while, and feels good. I also hope that your Friday (and Saturday and Sunday too) are perfect and wonderful!
God IS Good!
o/ 
God Bless - Dale
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