Today Nicky (at Absolute Vanilla) wrote about Six Senses. After reading her insightful post, I began to analyze her "six" senses, since "sixth sense" to me means sensing something that can't be recognized by our five senses -- or else the movie Sixth Sense ("I see dead people").
I've already strayed far from Nicky's original intention, which was to calm ourselves through meditation on our senses. This kind of thinking is a lesson in mindfulness. Okay, Nicky, I'll do that now.
I can see
... my maid-mother-crone art piece, hanging on the wall beside my desk.
... the sun shining on the green grass outside my window.
I can hear
... a car driving past my house.
... Kiki meowing for me to come clean her litter box.
I can touch (something outside myself)
... the beads of moisture on my glass of iced tea.
... the keyboard with flying fingers.
I can feel (something touching me)
... the desk chair firm beneath me.
I can smell
... lunch warming in the oven.
... the new book on the stack beside me.
I can taste
... the goodness of warm bread.
... the crispy salad.