It rained today; usually not much more than a drizzle or a mist, barely enough to feel on your face, but a few times I could hear the rain pattering on the roof. It didn’t rain all day, nor even the majority of the day, but it felt like a rainy day. The air is humid, and outdoors the smells are more intense: the smell of the pine tree near our house, the smell of the big Dumpster we walked by, the smells coming up out of the storm drains, the smell of some flower we walked by. Everything feels damp, and the bath towels we used this morning still haven’t dried out. This feels like the real beginning to this year’s rainy season.
Yet Another Unitarian Universalist, vol.1
Volume one contains entries from 2005-2010.
Sometimes I wonder, when I read these sensory posts you do, if they come naturally to you, or if they are an intentional, grounding practice.
Heather — Hm. Good question. I can’t say anything I write comes naturally; it’s hard work and practice. But is it an “intentional, grounding practice”? I’m not sure, and now that you’ve asked I’ll have to think hard about whether it is or not.
and of course, because I’m that annoying writing professor, what I want is for you to vividly describe “the smell of the pine tree near our house, the smell of the big Dumpster we walked by, the smells coming up out of the storm drains, the smell of some flower we walked by.”
It’s all grokking in the end.
Jean — Wait, you used the word “grok.” Do English professors allow us to use a word that was coined by a science fiction author?
Yes.