I love sitting in the grass and feeling the green blades against my legs. They are delicate and gentle even as my weight presses down upon them. The blades move ever so softly with the wind and caresses my skin. I enjoy combing the grass with my hands and sensing the different levels that peek out between my fingers. Sometimes, ants roam across me like a bridge to the other side. If I stay still, they come and go without any distress and those experiences are captured with my skin.
I have a cat that is a soft, fluffy, and a dark black-brown beauty. Holding her is a treat. Her calm and mellow being has a major affect on me. Through her coat, I trace her bone structure with my hands. She then decides to bury her head into my neck and up to my lips for kisses, such a sensory delight. These moments of interacting with her are precious.
As a child, I loved when my parents would stroke my hair. Each time my curls would spring back as they lifted their hand to start again. My scalp would sing like a wind chime ringed. I would settled in and fall asleep. No wonder why my children loved it too.Imagine a hug, surely a simple thing, isn’t it? BUT, embracing someone fully is ... unexplainable at times. When I wrapped my arms around my children, the sensation of my heart becomes engaged. Even though they are larger than me and my head rests on their shoulders a feeling of peace arise. We are all blessed with this type of joy.