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.

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. 

 

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 

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”.