Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
twyls commented on the comment I made that I'd never been to Kentucky that she should share with me what it is like. I responded: I'm a low energy person. I have molasses for blood. In winter it just turns to sludge. Yes. Write about Kentucky. If you go for a walk today note the 5 senses (and note the 6th and 7th as well). 1. What does your walk smell like? 2. Taste like? 3. Touch like? 4. Sound like? 5. Look like? but: 6. What do you sense out there beyond the 5 senses. What will come of it all? 7. What do you sense deep inside as you pass through this moment in time? If you take this all down on a regular basis (daily, weekly) you will have captured a corner of Kentucky for all time. One: you will become more aware. Two: if you decide to share, others will see beyond the stereotypes and the two second reads at Wikipedia. So my challenge to y'all: Take a few minutes (as long or short as you wish) and answer the 5 senses: taste, touch, smell, sound, sight. Contemplate for a moment to know whether you can answer 6 and/or 7. I will do this as well when I go outside today and post in the comment section. However, it can be done at the kitchen table, in the livingroom watching football, even changing a baby's diaper (go beyond the cliche smells ). We respond to our senses wherever whenever. I only ask that you become conscious of them for a few moments. And post them as comments here : |