So I'm supposed to be focusing on what feels good. Feels good. Hmmm. So break it down, I'm told. What feels good to each part of me. Each of my senses. So I think about this for a few days and realize there is nothing about thinking that actually can make us feel better. There aren't thoughts, rationalizations, objective opinions that can make us feel better. My mind cannot think my way into feeling better.
To feel good we need to engage our senses. Touch is a good one, the touch of another. A genuine hug. Embracing bare skin, our warm fuzzy blanket or bear. How about smell, the smell of someone's skin, or of fresh cut grass. Maybe fresh air, or a lit cigarette. Garlic and butter in a steamy kitchen. Which brings me to taste. Mmm the taste of butter and garlic, the taste of chocolate covered butter cookies or homemade soup, or better yet butter on freshly baked bread. And to hear, my favourite tunes, or a friendly voice. And laughter. Laughter. Laughter IS the best medicine. Hear laughter, see laughter. See someone smile, to see the world, the grass, the trees, the bees. To see a friend, to see a place you can call home.
And to engage two or three or four senses at a time feels good. Laughter, we see, we feel, we hear. Friendly gatherings, we touch, we eat, we smell food, we laugh. And sex, we touch skin, we smell skin, we taste skin, we hear breath, we see. The more we engage our senses the more we desire. And fulfilled desire feels damn good.
And even though I know all of this I cannot feel better. Because, I think, it is my mind that knows this.
Sam