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Greek salad has a mixture of various colors, texture, taste, and aromatic smell as displayed on the plate. Greek salad is a popular salad in Greek cuisine generally made with tomato, lettuce, cucumber, onions, feta cheese, bell peppers, black olives, can be seasoned with salt and pepper, olive oil dressing, and garnished with some mint. It is a salad that is pleasant to eat in hot weather.Most of the ingredients included nourish our bodies with good nutritional benefits.  The combination of colors on the plate makes it attractive and inviting. Dominating color (lettuce, cucumber, green peppers, mint) which is green represents health and are associated with nature, so as you indulge in the salad you are getting healthier and receiving from the nature. Cucumber with its mild, refreshing taste and high water content keep the body hydrated. The crunchy sound you hear when you chew. Lettuce, green in color, a good source of iron, fiber, and vitamin C, crisp and mild in taste, has little smell of earthly soil or to no smell. Red tomatoes, red representing health and life, it infuses a sharp flavor of acid and sweetness balance, and making it delicious, great source of vitamin C and K including potassium and dietary fibre. Feta cheese, soft and white in color add highlights to the plate, has salty, tangy and lemony taste, nourishes the body with calcium, protein and fats. Olives, black in color  with great source of vitamin E, rich in fatty acids, iron and vitamin A.  Black Olives Gives a bitter taste but soft to chew. Color black in food represents luxury, and gives a dish expensive appearance.

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I have a mole.  An ugly little bumpy brown thing on my arm.  Sometimes there is a tiny golden hair growing out of it, sometimes the hair is gone.

I can’t say that I like it, but it has been there since forever. I see it daily (it’s definitely growing bigger), I feel it a lot. For some reason my right hand always meander towards it and for no reason touches it. I am sure I can lick it, to taste it, but it will be a mixture of creams and perfume, so I would rather not.  Smell it? No I can’t.

BUT…

This mole has a sensory meaning.  A Big One.  For a Special Person.

My sisters’ boy.  He is blind and autistic.

His biggest pleasure when he comes to visit, is to touch this specific mole, and when he does, he smiles…. And he says: Tannie Lucy, in a dreamy way.  He identifies me, with this mole.  As if this mole describes everything about me as his auntie.  To his senses, this mole speaks about everything he holds dear about me.  Please note, autistic children does not eagerly touch things nor like to be touched.  I remember when he was small, the doctors advised us to brush him with a special brush in order for him to develop his touch sense.  We also had to carry him around, in order for him to develop balance and decide from where sound waves comes from.  A lot of his senses where hurt by autism and partial blindness.

But not his memory.  He remembers.  He knows exactly where to find my mole, left arm, near the bend of my elbow.  His fingers finds it easily.  He touches it for a few seconds, and walks away smiling and content.  His other needs, of being loved, feeling safe and cared for has been nurtured by the single touch of my ugly mole.

This kid is made of light.  He is light. Bright, white, perfect light.

Vision, seeing, is light bouncing off objects, picked up by nerve endings and letting your brain “read” the image.  His sense of vision may be severely impaired and his sense of touch damaged, but this boy sees more than any able bodied, fully “sensed” person I know.  He does not need light being bent by his eyes, his whole being reflects light.  To see and meet him, is truly a “vision”.

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Hi everyone. Trust that you have had a blessed long weekend.

As i was pulling out of my driveway on Thursday morning, a delivery guy from my company pulled up. I was to receive a certificate at some point, but it being the last day prior to the long weekend distracted my recollection.

In any event, i was handed a black box and an A4 envelope. The envelope was thin but firm. Judging by the weight and firmness, i understood the envelope to contain a protective cardboard and thus a document of some importance. I understood without having to peer that this was the expected certificate.

Although being a rather ominous colour, the black box was wrapped with a ribbon. I realised that this would most likely be a gift.That old sense of excitement washed over me. I shook the box, attempting to understand what the contents could be. I was not able to make heads or tails as the audible clues prompted no recollection in me. Damn you effective packaging! My curiosity finally overcame my self imposed guessing game and i opened the box.

Reflecting back on all this, i performed this mini life moment while my car stood diagonally across the street and while the delivery guy was walking back to his car. Luckily no cats were killed.

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As I sit and work in my study, I can hear the gentle rain falling outside. From crashing thunder this afternoon, the rain has settled into a gentle and soothing sound. The sound the rain makes when falling on our tin roof, reminds me of so many warm and intimate experiences we have had in this house as a family.
With it, rain brings a sense of well being and peace. It is almost as if all of the worlds problems can be solved by the rain.
Crisp clean scents arise from the garden and the rain washes away all the troubles of the world. The mint bush outside my window, is especially fresh tonight, with a very soothing and crisp aroma.
My feet are becoming cold and uncomfortable as the earth soaks up the rain.
What is needed is a hot bath to alleviate the uncomfortable feeling of the cold seeping into my body, followed by my warm and soft bed.

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The empty pages, the pretty design on the cover.
The fresh smell of blank paper with no words.
The possibility sensation sparks intrigue, through looking and observing the lure of what could be inside this beautiful book.
The sensation of the jungle like palm leaves communicates an adventure.
It feels so rough and and thick and substantial.
It smells new and fresh and inviting.
It tastes of adventure and freshness.
As I open the notebook and touch the new pages it sounds like rough pages in a rhythmical dance.
It sounds exciting.
It appears to invite a sensory journey of introspection and wonder.

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Good morning all! Hope you had a wonderful weekend. I sure did. Ready to hit the road running. Literally...

I chose the ocean. The phot attached was taken on my run/hike up Lions Head last week Monday. I love the ocean, it is beautiful and scary at the same time. I know not everyone love the ocean but it ticks all the senses:

One can TASTE the ocean, it is salty.
You can TOUCH the ocean, it is pretty cold in Cape Town. but for some living in Durban the ocean is lovely and warm.
You can SEE the ocean, and what a magnificent sight it is.
You can definitely HEAR the waves crashing.
And of course you can SMELL it. Sometimes when it is misty you smell the ocean all the way where I live in the Northern suburbs.

The reason I chose the ocean is because it is free for all to experience. And we should appreciate the ocean.

Have a great week all.

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I think most people can relate that music frees the soul. So naturally hearing is the first sense on our list of the three sensory experiences whilst starting to play the guitar. There’s just something about it’s sound that can be formed from a warm fireplace effect to an upbeat mood lifter. The second sense is touch, we experience this as we push down and play on the strings. For the first time, the somewhat irritating calluses might come from playing for a while. It affects the way we press the chords due to the sensation in our fingers and the chords are harder to control, so automatically, the sound isn’t quite where we want it to be. This is a super crucial time where we need to play through the rough beginning stage. When playing becomes more natural, and sound becomes clear, the sense of sight is introduced at a stage where our muscle memory takes over to play. We can close our eyes, follow the feel of a song, and then somewhat see the colors of the  music. In the end, you might lose feeling in your fingertips from time to time, but the experiences are worth the little sacrifice.

Quinten van Blommenstein

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Bitter Sweet: Gin & Tonic - Lonwabo Thinta

Hello Everybody, so I didn't get a sense that there were any limitations as to what we could post about. So I took the very brave move on posting about my favourite taste sensational drink, Gin & tonic. :-)

This drink is certainly not for everyone, its bitter yet sometimes you can strawberries and other fruit infusions to bring out a certain sweet taste but let me unpack this for you.

Gin, gets its unique flavours from juniper berries and was originally made by the monks and alchemists for medicinal reasons. Which explains the taste and the fact that it is probably not for everyone.

SMELL & TASTE: Funny enough for ME, gin doesn't really smell like anything. I think it is part of the reason why I enjoy it. It pure and clean as opposed to something like whiskey which has a strong woody caramel smell for me. Mix the gin, Tanqueray with tonic and slice a lemon then the bitter smooth taste becomes pungent. The bitterness at times gives me heartburn I will admit, but there is something absolutely refreshing about this drink on a hot summers day. The sensory reaction is a happy chemical explosion in my mouth.

From a top down processing perception aspect, my brain certainly processes this taste and interprets the sensation as after 3 glasses my brain starts to wonder and act a fool. This is where sensation meets perception meets regret. :-)

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might be a bit of an odd picture that i have gone with but it bears meaning so allow me a few moments of your vision sensories :)

looking at the picture or rather the object in the picture we have many feelings each to our own based on knowledge and past experiences.

The object is dark in nature as it is predominantly black yet our perception of it is light hope and a reflection of deeper emotions. I see a cross it feels rigid as you move your fingers over it yet soft as its made from black strings woven together to form each knod into the next, each pattern and i know by the details, it took a long time and effort along with knowledge and skill,

I dont always feel it against me but I can sense it there, has a mixture of smells, perfume and body wash that reflects cleanliness and yet again ties into the deeper meaning of the object itself. I am sure it might not have a significant taste in the beginning but now will probably taste like soap :) . as I move the cross move twisting turning along with my posture but i can't hear it, but to me the significance are that once purpose and movement doesn't always have to be proclaimed but move in silence towards your goal.

as we can see it has a lot more than meets the eye, its perceived as a symbolic signature of hope, love, kindness, good will and so many more based on our knowledge and own life experience and is a very good example of how my sensations moves into a deeper perception

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When I think of sensation and perception I think of Simba salt and vinegar chips. I know this may seem like a bit of a strange object to choose but let me explain.

TASTE
The moment I open a packet of Simba salt and vinegar chips, my taste buds immediately begin to tingle. Before I can get one chip into my mouth, my taste receptors have sensed what is coming. The chips are salty and almost sour, bursting with flavor.

TOUCH
The Simba packet is smooth on the surface yet sharp on the corners. When I put my hand into the packet, I can feel the ridges on the chips and the crumbs of salt on my figure tips. As I place the chips into my mouth, I feel a crunch as my teeth break down the chip.

HEARING
As I open the packet of SImba chips, I can hear the pressurized air in the bag release. The packet makes a load noise as I crinkle it around. When I place the chips into my mouth and begin chewing, I can hear the crackling sounds of the chips breaking down.

SMELL
The moment the packet of chips opens, the smell of the salt and vinegar is potent and I think that is the reason my taste buds immediately begin to tingle.

SIGHT
The Simba Packet is electric blue with a metallic shine. I can see the brown lion on the front of the packet as well. The chips are dull in color, a pale yellow should I say.

The reason I chose this object is because it stimulates all five of my sensory organs and it was the first one to come to mind, probably because my body associates the chips with sensing.

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Hello Everyone,

Some may be wondering, "SPD? What on earth is SPD?"

Sensory Processing Disorder.
Loosely summarised, it is the term used to describe a phenomenon (for lack of a better word) where an individual's brain has difficulty in receiving and responding to information that comes in through the senses.

I often wonder what it must be like to experience the world in this way...

I wonder, because my child experiences the world in this way. He has hyperesthesia, and even just a whiff of oats causes him to throw up.

He needs sensory regulation, and what you see in this picture is one of the regulatory aids that I've made for him. It engages all the senses, and we spend hours playing with it.

I can smell it (because I have scented, but even if unscented, it has a smell), I can see it and I can see all the different colours (as well as the different shapes and sizes) of the grains. I can touch it and feel it between my fingers and my toes - and in the picture, I can feel it on my head too. It actually felt quite nice :-)
I can feel the different textures - some are smooth, and some are rough.

I can hear the sound it makes as I pour it from one measuring jug to another, or as I swish it around in the tray. It sounds a bit like rain or a rainstick, and the rainbow colours are beautiful and visually pleasing, as they fall to the ground and mix.

You could taste it if you really wanted to - it is edible - although we don't eat it in his form.

These grains lead to various perspectives - for some it is perceived as a tasty accompaniment to a dish, or even an essential main ingredient to a meal. For others it is perceived as a staple food when you are having to stretch every cent. Perhaps it is even perceived as vile to some, as it conjures up childhood memories of being forced to eat what was put on your plate, despite it being something which your palate could not tolerate.

I perceive it as an invaluable resource in our lives in every aspect. It brings my child so much joy, which in turn, brings me so much joy. Playing with it, playing together, connecting and bonding with each other. Watching, as he immerses himself in it - literally and figuratively.

I perceive these grains to be representative of calmness, regulation and contentedness to name a few - and the different colours and shapes mixed together reminds me that we are all different in many aspects, but we can live harmoniously.

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Intro to Psych_Sense and Perception padlet final

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Hi everyone:)

These are my go-to cookbooks. They have taught me many secrets over the years and build my confidence when it comes to mixing spices and Asian condiments.

The energetic book covers speaks of magical, exciting  and interesting experience.  When I flip through the pages I can taste sweet and sour, savory and umami and start imagining
the combination profiles. I can smell the heavenly aroma of curry and the sizzling spices jumping around in the hot oil. I can feel the burning sensation form the chillies and the freshness of lime and dhanya.

I perceive these recipes by sharing and eating delicious authentic cuisine somewhere in Asia. Going on adventures and meeting new people. Feeling vibrant, colourful and content.

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Hey all you legends,

Jarrad, here. Just a little bit of context quick:

Here in the UAE, getting this juice is almost like contraband. There’s one store that has a range of South African goods, but it isn’t cheap, and it isn’t close. Needless to say, it’s worth it for me because it reminds me of home.

I hear the cracking of an unopened lid. A slight eagerness for what is to come. The magenta liquid stirs with tiny bubbles in the glass. The light shifting its tone from purple to red. Condensation slowly sprouts until two drops join and run down the glass. Wet and chilled to the touch, juxtaposing what my skin felt seconds prior. A strong base of cherry is smelt followed by light wafts of kiwi. The first sip is the best sip – refreshing and attention-grabbing. Chilled, it rolls past my lips with velvety softness, there are tones of berry-ed citrus and notes of kiwi. The sweetness makes me thirstier – there is a dryness to the aftertaste. The taste reminds me of faded holidays, when I was a boy, on the beach with salt and vinegar rolls and afternoon napping. I never used a cup or glass and the subtle taste and sharpness of the plastic lid. I remember sharing a carton with new rowdy friends. Having to swirl some juice to wash the sand out of my mouth. I remember a frozen minute of who would receive the last sip.

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Dedicated to my fur baby.

My eyes look into your golden eyes giving me eternal peace.
Your scent calms me down and makes everything okay.
The sound of your panting on a hot summer's day reminds me to keep you cool.
Your golden fur is so soft to the touch and it slows down my racing mind.
And finally the taste of sand I get on my lips when you brush past my face brings me back home.

This poem is about my dog as you can tell. He has so much energy and keeps all my senses active and engaged. There is never a dull moment with him because I am always wondering what will happen next. I am so glad my sense of perception is functioning well because if it weren't I would be overwhelmed by all that he does. My brain is able to make the world around me bearable and beautiful.

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Hi everyone hope that you are well.
Firstly his hair is soft and smooth here the sense of touch comes into play. Secondly the sense of sight (He is always this cute). Lastly, the sense of hearing when he asks for food.

My kitten represents love and happiness to me. No matter what I feel the day my cat always seems to find a way to make me smile.

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Blue I like you too. Blue is the colour of calmness. Looking up at the sky you can't help but smile. For me blue represents peace because who gets mad from seeing blue. Well we can't taste you but the biggest part of our planet is blue. You bring life and peace.

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This is a Amethyst crystal and is known to dissolve negativity, activate spiritual awareness and open intuition. Although I cannot really taste, smell or hear it, I am able to see and touch it. Not only can I physically touch crystals but also receive feelings of positivity and awareness. I find amethyst to be one of the most beautiful crystals to look at due to its colour (purple is my favourite colour). I perceive this amethyst to be one of the many things that have contributed to my spiritual growth.

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Hi everyone, Joey here :)

This cactus engages two senses sight and touch. It does not really have a scent to it so, smell is not a sense.

This cactus reminds me of my dear friend as she was the one that gave me this cactus. I sometimes forget about it since, it is small and does not really give much of a presence in my room. However, even if I do not give the cactus much attention, it is still healthy and growing. I perceive this cactus as a representative of our friendship. Even though, we only talk and see each other every now and then, we still have a strong bond.

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To some, a clock is merely indication of where they should be or where to be next or what should have been done by a specific time. I have a clock in every room of my home, Its pretty much been our family thing for ages. (Unfortunately I couldn't get all my clocks off the wall for the pic but I sampled). I can hear it, I can see it and I can feel it. I just cant taste or smell it. A clock only stops working when the batteries are drained.

I perceive a clock as, every second, minute and hour that goes by is a second, a minute and an hour to be grateful for. Its time that should be used and not wasted, it should be time spent well. Spend it with family, friends or even to try and do good by our communities. It also indicates that there is time in the day to learn something new even if the something new learnt is that your Childs favorite doll is "Elsa" - Family Time is an important part of my life.
There is a time to be happy, to be sad, to live, to be thankful for and also time to take a break... Like a clock that needs to replace his batteries from time to time, the human is very similar. Every person reaches a point where they need to recharge the body, mind and soul. I Quote: "An empty lantern provides no light, only self-care is the fuel that will keep your light shining bright" ~Unknown
Time for self-care is important.
Everywhere I go, I travel with my grandad's pocket watch. There is always time in a day and we choose how we want to spend it! Whenever its quiet around me, each and every tick I hear on the clock, reminds me of my 3 beautiful daughters and that I need to be thankful. Every tick is like their hearts beating, I am grateful for their health and they are my life.

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Blue reminds us of the air the clouds the sky. It becomes darker as the weather changes sometimes. The sea is blue what an awesome sight to see. You cannot taste it but you can smell the sea feel it at times as well as hearing it.

Blue like we always refer to Monday as blue. Blue in all its forms is just a reminder of our blue blue sky. Our heaven as it was created. Blue blue blue like my bedding.

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For most people, the colour yellow engages a single sense, which is that of sight. Yellow can be bright in colour or more toned down but to me, it always remains the most beautiful colour. I cannot taste, smell or touch yellow and it cannot be heard. But it engages sight which leads to varying perspectives.

I perceive yellow to be representative of happiness, joy and love. I took this picture because I always have yellow things with me as it brightens up my day. My perception of yellow is unique because I associate it with everything that I love, including my darling cat, Ophelia.