Miracle Within My Soul – The Eighth Sense
When I was a child, there was nothing that interested, pleased and occupied me more than appreciating the world that immersed me via my core senses. My path was one of appreciating the visual beauty of a vase of daisies, chrysthanthemums (mums), azaleas and african violets.
I reveled in listening to the soothing sound of a warm summer breeze, yet equally enjoyed a boisterous thunderstorm, or that unmistakable ring of the oven timer, letting me know my mom’s tuna noodle casserole was ready to be devoured.
The pleasant aroma of a fresh rain against the sidewalk and the intense and sweet bouquet of our backyard lilac shrub tickled and motivated my senses like a piercing ray of spring sunshine. Contrarily, the musty and damp fragrance of my camping tent during a weekend with my fellow Boy Scouts after an overnight deluge, seemed to stick in my nostrils far longer than invited.
During my middle and high school days, I took refuge in metal works, woodworking and learning to repair cars, leveraging the fine motor skills, sensitive dexterity and muscle control I had developed during my youth to effectively create, fix and add/refine beauty as I knew it to the world around me.
Most likely as a result of my mom’s cooking and baking talents, I savored her oh so special Bread Pudding, Cream of Potato Soup, Pancakes and especially our family’s traditional Baked Ham after midnight mass on Christmas Eve as we shared opening the gifts under the Christmas Tree. Likewise, having been born into a family of fishermen, the unique and full of texture pan-fried walleyed pike and lake perch still excite me to this day as delicacies to be thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated.
As an understatement, my life has been blessed with positive and pleasant experiences of the use, development and appreciation for all of the physical senses I have come to know and depend upon. Yet, the true treasure and fulfilling experiences I have come to know, cherish and protectively guard in my extensive adult life, cause my physical senses to pale in contrast to them.
Specifically, I refer to these additional senses as my “Trinity of Truth”. They include my Mind (I like to call it my mantuition), my Body (health, strength, equilibrium and balance) and most notable and essential, my Soul (faith, conscience, duty to God).
Together and collectively as an orchestra playing a symphony, these eight senses empower my spirit to learn, flourish, help others and allow me to passionately and deliberately live and use my Life as an offering of sorts to give glory to my creator in anticipation (and full expectation) of the eternal life that awaits me when I approach, greet and ultimately pass through “death’s door”.
Let me make one thing crystal clear: I AM READY. Are you? Be well.
- Senses of our Souls (quotelife.wordpress.com)
- A Sensory Encounter with my Book (cerkas.wordpress.com)
- a mystical shift from tea to soul (makebelieveboutique.com)
- Your life, is a miracle of miracles (rckhennng.wordpress.com)
- “Everyday Miracles”….looking at life with appreciation and wonder (pocketperspectives.wordpress.com)
Posted on February 21, 2013, in Natural Beauty, Personal Growth, Theology, Truths, Videos and tagged Body, Boy Scouts, eternal life, food, God, Human Spirit, mind, Mom, Natural Beauty, Nature, Senses, soul, spirit, spirituality, Trinity. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.