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Coming to Your Senses
by Rosally Saltsman
I've been breathing in the smells of spring, the jasmine and
the roses on the bushes, the cool smell of early morning, the
fresh-cut grass and sprinkled lawns. It's so replenishing. I
feel ecstatic when I fill myself up with the smell of roses.
It's like breathing in joy.
And I thought to myself that I don't focus enough on
experiencing the world with all my senses. Most of us are so
used to early morning sunshine, birdsong and the smell of
challa that we hardly give them much attention.
They're nice, we may even notice them, but how often do we
really appreciate them? More to the point -- how often do we
appreciate our ability to see, smell, hear, touch and
taste?
I remember when my son was a baby and I was told to stimulate
him with toys that crinkled and jingled, that were soft and
colorful -- and the absolute glee on his face when one of his
senses was stimulated. The world is so beautiful, so full of
pleasure, we can't afford to take it for granted.
Okay, I'll grant that it's difficult to go around like we've
just discovered life, but if we take a few minutes spread out
over the course of a day to linger over the moment, to
breathe in the air, to relish a hug, to savor a cookie, or a
carrot, or a peach, to listen to a song or to look at the
sky, we would expand ourselves beyond the limitations of our
limited perceptions.
We would recognize that the world is a gift and that every
day we receive it anew.
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