Rusty's Senses Challenge

[Cita]

I love the smell of my own sweat, especially when mixed with horse and going on five days with no shower, love the smell of rain acomin' in the desert, the clover blooming in the creeks, a meal in the crock pot when I am tired, beer on his breath, homemade tortillas, bacon and coffee saying good morning, freshly turned earthworm, wild roses, libraries and bookstores.

I love the taste of Black Velvet on ice, tomatoes warm from the garden, white sauce, salt, caviar, goat cheese, fried potatoes with grated cheddar and ranch dressing and bacon bits, any food cooked and eaten out of doors when we are working hard, calf fries and cowboy cool beer halfway to being finished branding, rare steak, lettuce I grew myself, sushi with wasabi and soy sauce, pizza, shrimp, and garlic.

I love the feel of cool sheets in summer, wool in winter, his lips on my lonely spot, backing up to the fireplace, being a seal in the water, tired muscles from working hard, the weight of my book in my hand when my eyes are heavy with sleep.

I love the sight of dragonflies, rainbows, lizards, bats flying at dusk, the collages I make, installation art, his smile, blooms in the garden because they turn into food, pink penstemmon on the hillside, cows in the boulders, bear tracks in the dirt, and the top of the windmill at Willow Springs when we have been riding all day.

I love the sound of wind, fire, waterfalls, hummers' mating swoop, him noodling on the guitar while I take a hot bath, horses eating grain, ice in my glass, my children's voices, thunder growing nearer, bulls bellowing at each other, a zone-tailed hawk way up above.

I love that sixth sense, the instinctual knowing, the surge of rightness that comes from our mother, the earth, that beats in our own blood if we do not disconnect from her heartbeat.

[Jamie Hogan]

I read the others and had to come back and find  yours, because I knew it would rock me to sleep. And it did. Did it ever.

[Kristine_ES]

i'm good with all of that, fully emersed and i got my "cita" feeling on... except for the bear tracks in the dirt.

i shall back away from this post and go check to see if my spaghetti water is boiling or something....

more importantly... it seems like everyone is sharing what is deeply personal and very vivid beautiful gorgeous. we are fortunate to have each other to share with.

[Angela]

I knew your response to the challenge would be lush.  True to your style, and your heart.

[Teresa]

"...my lonely spot..."  Totally original. 

[Sandra Davies]

I didn't dare read anyone else's until I'd done mine ... but how sexy is 'beer on his breath'? ... and the whole of it is lovely and so individual.

[Cita]

I revised this early in the morning when my brain was fresh and I did not feel rushed. 

[bolton carley]

okay, i think i need to rethink mine after reading yours.  i feel like we need to sing "these are a few of my favorite things" after this.  so poetic and so enjoyable to read.

[Rusty McCall]

Cita I absolutely love this & I am buying you a gallon of Black Velvet next time I see you.  Who knows? I may have one with you.