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Sensation

I think the body is phenomenal. In neurobiology we did a lab once where we take a thin metal pick and get it really cold and then in a marked 1X1 square on a partner's arm, you lightly touch the tip of your pick. In that small box, there will only be pinpricks where you can feel the coolness of that pick. Your receptors for the sensation of "cold" are only every little bit across your skin. If you were to do the same thing but with a warmed pick, you would experience the same thing - only on certain points in that 1X1 square would you feel the warmth of that pick. Isn't that fascinating?!

One of the reasons I appreciate summer (there aren't many of them) is that only in summer do I get the chance to experience one of my absolute favorite sensations. When the sun is high and the day is blazing - so hot you can feel the concrete through your sandals, feel the skin burning on your cheeks, feel the sweat budding on your lip - on those days, occasionally you walk past a sprinkler. (People who put their water on when it's that hot are dumb but that's a different rant all together involving the little thing called a drought happening in CA.) When it's hot and the sprinklers are on, if the wind picks up, the water from the sprinklers mist you.

It's that simple. And I love it!

What's a simple sensation you love?

God's tender moments surround us.

Notice your now and live in it.

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