30.Sense

Hello again and today is Monday, October 15, 2012. The senses in everyday life seem to be jumbled about in the rush of all these things. The way we're told to smell the roses, by sound, distracts us. A jarring yell, usually when you were just about to smell them, but the yell makes us resentful and we choose to go out of our way to not smell the roses. The smell of these figurative roses, the soft purr of an imaginary violinist's bow strokes on small strings, the warm wafting smell of freshly baked bread carried by the breeze to fill your palate with saliva and for the warmth to hold you with a tender caress. These experiances get pushed away when we try to rush along to another place, worrying that we'd be late. Late to catch the train or bus or what have you, late for taking a trip that you're taking to try to experiance the world. Even though its a blooming spring blossom opening right before your eyes. You just need to stop and look.

As always,

ZenMercury,
Keep calm, and stay a while, you might see something.