Wednesday Morning Sensory Inputs

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Wednesday Morning Sensory Inputs

The Feeling of Being Liked

Some things you just know. The crispness in the air before a storm, the way the sky turns that particular shade of heavy blue. The scent of rain before it arrives, petrichor rising from the earth like an offering. The sound of tires slicing through puddles, a promise of temporary chaos. The way cold water shocks the skin before settling into something familiar.

And then, there’s knowing when someone genuinely likes you.

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Wednesday Evening Sensory Inputs

 Her smile might have hidden a fractured state, but the joy was feral.

Love by the gallon poured down her perfect touch.

Fresh flowers, a hint of caramel-- lingering in the air she leaves.

I call her name, caught up in how sweet it sounds, it quickly turns to semantic satiation where nothing has meaning anymore.

Her kiss is flavorful.

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In the (k)now

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In the (k)now

In 2013 I adopted an idea for better thinking. I created a list of 25 tips to follow, at the least to be more mindful throughout the day. Mindful of spaces, all of the spaces; public, social, personal and intimate.

My favorite tip has been quiet reflection, taking at least ten minutes to sit in a corner to speak with the folks in my head. Add outer to the spaces above, the folks in my head are aliens. I moved from a morning routine to one in the evening. Carpe Noctem. It remains a great way for me to decompress. 

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