There are certain sensations, certain sensory memories that are so deep and detailed that I can summon them up effortlessly, feel the whole sensuous shape of them here and now. They are touchstones, places of delight and grounding.

Recently, I have been playing with them in a more intentional way.  Not just thinking about them in passing, but diving in, relishing, savoring.  A kind of sensuous meditation.

Capprichio’s nose is the softest, sweetest place I know.

What is delicious to you?