The thoughts of my summer, a sneak peak into the lessons of my reading...
Look out a window, stare at the sky; the clouds moving slowly, the trees swaying at ease to the wind, the birds soaring at great heights- a view of peace, a view of serenity. Take a deep breath, and listen to the sound of your inhalation and exaltation; the sound of ocean waves, washing against the shore, the sound of a waterfall-the sound of purity and cleanse. Take a sip of hot honey, ginseng tea; the warmth moving through the the esophagus into the stomach- the feeling of comfort. Hug your fleece blanket from your childhood days; the softness, the childhood memories, the nostalgia that replays- the feeling of adolescence, of security. Take a wiff of the fresh laundry or of a flower in the garden; a sent of sweetness, of freshness- the feeling of a new day, a new start. The senses...these 5 innate gifts from god, from heaven, from where ever you believe they emerged, hold the power to lead ones life out of adversity. It has the power of healing. It has the power to help introspection.
Throughout the days of my high-school career and the multiple literature or language and composition classes I have taken, I have learned the beauty of our senses; not only does it aid the analysis of a poem we are reading in class, or a novel that we must dissect and write about, but also in life. Only a few may take the time to look so deeply into the functions of our senses, more so, analyzing what they do, but I may be one of the few who care to do so.
Over the summer, as I was reading multiple novels, of different authors (The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahari, Three Point Someone by Chetan Bhagat, and Frankenstein by Mary Shelly), I noticed that all authors...okay not all, but most, use the senses as the basis of their writing. Whether it came to expressing the emotions that flowed through a characters mind or to engaging a reader in order to feel a characters pain and sorrow, the senses were used to do so. In fact, Frankenstein by Mary Shelly, was a true representation of the beauty of our senses- the essence of life- the understanding of how nature can be our best friend.
It may seem a bit odd, that I would think so deeply of such a forgotten though, but if it is one thing that I have learned from my reading this summer, it is the power of our senses.