I know a young man (age 22) that lost his sense of taste during covid and it has not returned. When I hear stories like these it is a reminder of how special each of our senses are. It reminds me to stop and smell the roses so to speak and of course much more!
I see conditions that I have gotten out of or have been blessed to not experience – I am grateful for that strength and privilege
I feel a variety of textures and objects – the objects remind me how much I truly have in this world and the ability to feel and manipulate them is a testatment to my health.
I hear music, which I enjoy.
I don’t use smell towards gratitude much, but granted I’ve never been a big smell-er.
And by god when I eat food it is delicioussss- that’s when I feel most grateful.
I do a modified “calming” technique where I note things near me that I can see, hear, smell and touch… I never cease to be reminded how blessed I am when that exercise is complete.
I am grateful to have had the time to witness/ see my special visitors, huge, beaming smiles. Their faces were quite literally sparkling and that reflected across all of us.
When I read the question about are senses reminding us to be grateful, I found myself chuckling. I’ve been out in the early morning air for the last two hours watering my flower beds. I armed with a pocket full of tissues to control my dripping nasal passages as there is a lot of pollen in the air. All of that said I’ve enjoyed seeing the shasta daisies and day lilies which are in full bloom, black-eyed susans and zinnias which are filled with buds about to burst open. I find myself grateful for my son who helped me cultivate this flower garden that brings me joy daily. I’m thankful that I can manage to water it when needed so it can flourish in the drought ridden days and weeks that have been plaguing Kansas farmers. Vision, hearing, tasting, smelling and touching, though not always pleasant, are the channels through which we connect. To still have all of my senses in my 80s is indeed a gift for which I am grateful.
I remember being taught about my five senses as a youngster. I was “glad” I had them then and now, and now use a broader word, gratitude”that I have them. I know many who have less than five, and I witness their strength, adaptability and tenacity. As the eyes need a new pair of glasses, and my ears could benefit from an aide, and the fingers (still ten) become crimped with arthritis, I smile. I too learn adaptability. I’m Grateful for this body that continues to stand this side of the daisy fields.
Often, I believe, I think too much. Or “live in my head,” so to speak. I am so grateful when my senses come forth and remind me of the wider world. I smell the coffee, the rain, breakfast, flowers and trees. I am hugely grateful to hear music, others talking and laughing, children enjoying the playground just outside my doorwall, birdsong. I am grateful to take in the world with my eyes, to look for those birds in the trees, to walk the Lake Michigan beach and see all those colorful umbrellas, kiddos having a blast in and out of the water, then curling up in a towel or having a snack. I am grateful to taste and enjoy those foods that I can eat (and am not allergic). I am remembering right now the great Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World”, that wonderful piece of music (and that voice!) I have listened to and loved since I was young. My heart is full.
I am so grtaeful to still have all my senses, even though they are hyper-sensitve, and I need glasses to be able to get things into focus. But to feel a hug, taste my food, smell the flowers and what’s cooking (!), hear the birds and others voices and see all that’s around me is such a joy.
My senses constantly remind me of all that I am and all that I have from the smell of the ocean to the sound of children’s laughter, the feel of misty rain, the taste of morning coffee and the sight of the rising sun….all of which I am truly grateful for.
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I was blessed with a divine “sense” of humor and those who can laugh at the selves, shall never cease to be amused.
I know a young man (age 22) that lost his sense of taste during covid and it has not returned. When I hear stories like these it is a reminder of how special each of our senses are. It reminds me to stop and smell the roses so to speak and of course much more!
I see conditions that I have gotten out of or have been blessed to not experience – I am grateful for that strength and privilege
I feel a variety of textures and objects – the objects remind me how much I truly have in this world and the ability to feel and manipulate them is a testatment to my health.
I hear music, which I enjoy.
I don’t use smell towards gratitude much, but granted I’ve never been a big smell-er.
And by god when I eat food it is delicioussss- that’s when I feel most grateful.
I do a modified “calming” technique where I note things near me that I can see, hear, smell and touch… I never cease to be reminded how blessed I am when that exercise is complete.
I am grateful to have had the time to witness/ see my special visitors, huge, beaming smiles. Their faces were quite literally sparkling and that reflected across all of us.
When I hear one of my favorite songs (rock or classical) and my body relaxes and I just feel good. I’m grateful for what music does in my brain.
When I read the question about are senses reminding us to be grateful, I found myself chuckling. I’ve been out in the early morning air for the last two hours watering my flower beds. I armed with a pocket full of tissues to control my dripping nasal passages as there is a lot of pollen in the air. All of that said I’ve enjoyed seeing the shasta daisies and day lilies which are in full bloom, black-eyed susans and zinnias which are filled with buds about to burst open. I find myself grateful for my son who helped me cultivate this flower garden that brings me joy daily. I’m thankful that I can manage to water it when needed so it can flourish in the drought ridden days and weeks that have been plaguing Kansas farmers. Vision, hearing, tasting, smelling and touching, though not always pleasant, are the channels through which we connect. To still have all of my senses in my 80s is indeed a gift for which I am grateful.
I’m there with you suffering with allergies that I try to ignore!
Gratitude often starts with my senses.
I remind myself how lucky I am, that I
have these sensory organs, to experience
the world through.
I remember being taught about my five senses as a youngster. I was “glad” I had them then and now, and now use a broader word, gratitude”that I have them. I know many who have less than five, and I witness their strength, adaptability and tenacity. As the eyes need a new pair of glasses, and my ears could benefit from an aide, and the fingers (still ten) become crimped with arthritis, I smile. I too learn adaptability. I’m Grateful for this body that continues to stand this side of the daisy fields.
Often, I believe, I think too much. Or “live in my head,” so to speak. I am so grateful when my senses come forth and remind me of the wider world. I smell the coffee, the rain, breakfast, flowers and trees. I am hugely grateful to hear music, others talking and laughing, children enjoying the playground just outside my doorwall, birdsong. I am grateful to take in the world with my eyes, to look for those birds in the trees, to walk the Lake Michigan beach and see all those colorful umbrellas, kiddos having a blast in and out of the water, then curling up in a towel or having a snack. I am grateful to taste and enjoy those foods that I can eat (and am not allergic). I am remembering right now the great Louis Armstrong singing “What a Wonderful World”, that wonderful piece of music (and that voice!) I have listened to and loved since I was young. My heart is full.
The senses help to remind me that I AM and that I should be grateful for every opportunity of a new day.
My senses receive the beauty and abundance all around me.
When my eyes open and feet hit the ground to begin one more day, today.
I am so grtaeful to still have all my senses, even though they are hyper-sensitve, and I need glasses to be able to get things into focus. But to feel a hug, taste my food, smell the flowers and what’s cooking (!), hear the birds and others voices and see all that’s around me is such a joy.
My senses constantly remind me of all that I am and all that I have from the smell of the ocean to the sound of children’s laughter, the feel of misty rain, the taste of morning coffee and the sight of the rising sun….all of which I am truly grateful for.