HTTSS:F – 8.17.15
- At September 18, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Reflections
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hear: autumn’s talk and musings
taste: the steeping room’s christmas tea. cinnamon, nutmeg, rosehips, and so much more more dancing delightfully on my tongue.
touch: autumn’s sweet soft pudgy skin. the hard chair beneath me. warm mug, almost too hot.
smell: the tea mostly.
sight: the tea’s french press. dishes needing to be done. a beautiful tree outside our kitchen window. colors bouncing green and yellow. mellow grey day.
how it makes me FEEL: like life is good and rich and worth treasuring. like taking the time to relish these things creates a sacred pause – time almost freezes for just a second. the tea makes me reminds me of Sally Clarkson and her family and makes me wonder and hope that I’m becoming more like her and realize that I am at the same time.
HTTSS:F – 1.13.15
- At January 14, 2015
- By Morgan Reid
- In Reflections
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Learning more about myself has helped me to realize just how big of a role the 5 senses play in my life. After reading this, I’ve been checking in with myself to savor life’s moments while they’re happening and it’s been so rewarding. I thought I’d share them here from time to time.
hear: gravel crunching under my feet, cars rumbling, birds chirping
taste: nothing
touch: my 5fingers, warm soft wool around my neck and chin, the stoller’s grippy handles under my fingers; under my palms through my gloves, my body’s heat despite the cold
smell: brilliantly cold, clean air. the kind you only get in january
see: green everywhere. in january. leaves, grass, bushes and flowers. thank you jesus and texas. a dog an it’ owner playing fetch, autumn ahead of me in the stroller, taking it all in
how it makes me FEEL: Alive. Like life all around me is waking up. Like embracing the cold and grey is such a worth-while undertaking because God designed this season for a reason. I’m truly learning to love January.
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hear: chains rhythmically clanking, autumn’s short heavy breaths
taste: nothing
touch: chains through my gloves, her body sinking; pressing into me, wind hitting my face, strong leather holding me up,
smell: that crisp, cold wind. Aututmn’s hair pressing into my nose – smells like clouds and waterfalls – they don’t really have a scent to them, but really, they do.
see: enchanted-looking trees, green, a path, mulch and dirt. her aqua hoodie and maroon pants
how it makes me FEEL: sunken into wonder. I could have missed this. It feels like a Mother-Daughter moment captured, secured and wrapped in January. The clinking chains back-and-forth, the snugness of gloves and scarfs, her. I hope I remember it forever.
Morgan (loves to) Reid
[* orignially written 1.13.15]
