My world is all about my senses, true that can be said about anyone.. but I think too many people take them for granted or truly don't revel in what the senses provide. I do. Everything within me is tied to the pleasures of my senses.
The sense of taste for one is highly valued. I love food, and this product engages taste and smell equally (which makes sense since they are tied together). I love the ripe burst of a strawberry that tingles the tongue, or even the taste of the skin of a lover. Chocolate makes me, like nearly any woman, purr with pleasure.
Smell brings tastes and sensations. How I love seasonal smells, even for one who hates the winter as much as I, can still appreciate the cold crisp smell of winter, or the damp musky smell of spring. However it is the vibrant smells of summer and autumn that touch even the palate and brings a light of colors to my inner mind. The sizzle of cooking meat makes my mouth water instantly, fresh bread is the smell of home and family. The faint smell of one's self and those others who share the bed makes the pleasure of sleeping all the more comforting as I snuggle into the blankets, rubbing my face against the pillows and brushing my nose against the blankets. Ahh and scented oils, even the perfumes that make me sneeze like crazy or wrinkle my nose in annoyance when people find the urge to bathe in the stuff. A new scent that is pleasing, or that which is extremly annoying, will draw my attention and curiousity quicker then nearly anything else.
Hearing is of course a large part of my life. The pleasures of music, and combined with touch the creation of music. Music dances along my nerves and touches my emotional being quicker then anything. I curse this when I watch movies that have me weeping at the stupidest things just because of tone, pitch and melody. Even the most annoying high pitched sounds such as static rouses interest and curiousity even as it makes me shudder and grit my teeth. But nature is full of music, the russle of leaves, the flow of water, the steady thrum of life, and the sounds of animals sharing the planet. In a city this can almost be easy to forget until a flock of birds rouses itself from their perch in a tree, or the playful crash of squirrels as they squabble in the grasses. It is still there to be found.
Sight what a pleasure it is, the flow of colors in nature and in art. I am a lover of colorful fabrics in my clothes and furnishing. the brightness of life, and the darkness of slumber and night. The smallest movement of a tree frog, the grace of a predator.
But my favorite is touch. I surround myself with things for this very pleasurable sensation, without it I fall into depression. My skin is very sensitive, and so very receptive. It must be the softest blanket and fabrics to snuggle into. And I am snuggler, I am highly appreciative of a lover who is just as much of a cuddler as I am. The caress of plants, the touch of warm water, the warm fur of my cat (who is one of my biggest cuddling companions at this time aside from my daughter). More so do I enjoy being touched, but only by those who I feel the closest to. I love having my skin and hair stroked by those who I have bonded with, and a very select few have been allowed to brush my hair when they offered to do so. My daughter is just as touch dependent as I am and we often exchange loving touches of affection. This is my preference of recieving affection from those who are closest. One who is expressive and creative with touch would be far more interesting to me then one who wanted to kiss or hug me. Volumes have been related by nothing more then one just leaning against my shoulder. touch can say much with its subtle messages. It is a manner of communication that I find more affective then words.
I comfort myself with touch. I get much grief from my family about playing my hair twirling it around my finger. The one time I cut it off I truly missed being able to easily stroke a length of it. First the stroking of my hair alone is comforting, but then the texture of it soft and smooth against my fingers is a whole different touch that brings pleasure. I will often do this when I am anxious, delighted.. or any other real strong emotion.
My senses are so wrapped up in my emotions, in my pleasure and comfort that is natural that I would surround myself with things would engage this, without it I would sink into depression as I have before when I lived a far more sterile and lonely existance.
