That sacred word has gotten lost. It means appealing to the senses. The good earth is sensual to me; to work with, and love. Peace is sensual, as is giving, and gentleness, and holding a child’s hand, and music, and sharing food, and the list goes on. So much of this is considered feminine, but I wish it were simply considered human. The world would be better for that.
Today I harvested broccoli under a cold, clear November sky, then blanched and froze it for my winter stores, and it was a sensual act of the highest degree.
Thank you dear God.