Take a moment to re-examine your perspective of an everyday occurrence: try slowing down a bite during a meal, or walking more deliberately down the hall. What do you notice that’s always there, but easily missed?

Our senses provide us with our etchings of reality, various fabrics we draw together to create a semblance of what is real.  And yet, how different is the world to a bird, or to a bee, who perceives the world in ultraviolet?  Thus, is the secret life of our senses who together weave what is from what could be.

 

Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

— Oscar Wilde