Uncovering one’s talents and passions has always been a difficult task. What do you want to do? What do you like to do? What are you good at?

A few years back, after catching up on life and finishing a bottle or so of red with an old high school flame, it hit.

“Vivi,” Robert chortled in his now baritone voice. “I love how you can even make sunflower stems bending in the Tuscan sun sound naughty to me.”

“Yeah right,” I sneered back, rolling my eyes. “It’s just because you still want me.” But you know? He had a point. Now that I was single again, the world had become one big oyster. It was now a gorgeous ocean of sensual treasures out there for me to learn from, smile from, and warm my heart.

sen·su·ous

sen(t)SHo͞oəs/

adjective

-relating to or affecting the 5 senses rather than the intellect

sen·su·al

sen(t)SH(o͞o)əl/

adjective                    

-physically pleasing; marked by the appetites and passions of the body

o·gist

əjist

noun/suffix

-expert or student in a branch of learning -a person who studies or has knowledge of a particular kind

My new mission became clearer. Curiosity to question and try new things was always fun for me, and became indispensable in my life as an ‘ogist’ of the sensual. Fitting together the pieces using my natural, almost intrinsic scientific method of questioning, sensual experimentation, and findings was all part of my happiness loop until the next curiosity presented itself. These were all elements towards getting my self-love back on track and sharing myself again.

These days, my relationships have very little science in them, and in essence flow like art. But learning and growing will always be in my practice of the sensual life.