Savoring the slow spreading sensation of every cell in my body being gleefully awakened to absorb the hot spicy ginger tea I'm currently enjoying.
Sometimes, when I sit still enough, I can feel all of this happening. But only when I sit very still. And it's much more easily discernible when the tea is a little bit piquant.
It feels nourishing; like love. And not that small ell, garden-variety, sweet-wet-spot-in-the-panties, romantic love - I mean capital u, capital ell, Universal Love.
The real stuff.
