Feelings, whoa, whoa, whoa, feelings...

Lately I've come to understand that even though I'm a writer, I can't put everything into words. God/The Universe/Source/the Unified Field is a perfect example. As Michael Beckwith said, "God made man in HIs image, and we've been trying to return the favor ever since."

The other example that comes to mind are feelings.

Feelings are those things we feel (as in, not think). Every now and again, we find a way of verbalizing feelings in a way that we can share with others. But, for the most part, feelings are something we feel, with our bodies, not our minds.

Trying to put words to something I feel takes the feeling from my body to my mind. And that's the exact opposite of what I feel I need to do at this point in my evolution.

You see, I've always been a pretty smart kid. I can wrap my head around most subjects pretty easily (calculus and romance being notable exceptions). For most of the past forty-plus years, I've experienced the world through my mind. But this year I encountered a woman who has been teaching me how to experience this life through my body. Not in a sexual way, but in a sensual way. Through my senses.

The thing is, when I try to explain what I just felt, two things happen: I remove the experience from my body, and I fail miserably at trying to explain it. That's because it's something I felt, something I experienced through my senses — sight, smell, taste, touch, sound — and usually all of them at the same time. How do I explain the smell of vanilla, the taste of coffee, the sound of an appreciative mmm, or the touch of silk? I can't. I can only remind you of an experience you've had with those senses.

Love, trust, faith, courage, joy, relief, and connection are sensations I now want to experience rather than rationalize. I just want to be with these feelings, embrace them, roll around in them, and smile as they return the favor.

Just don't ask me to explain them.