I think of Charlotte Brontë, writing to Monsieur Héger in Brussels, asking him not to consider her "raving mad" because of her infatuation, the same Charlotte Brontë who suffered the deaths of sisters and a brother, hearing the wind blow, feeling the keenness of the frost, having to rally to do the daily duties, to keep hope and energy alive in that mourning household.
The placing of the ball of a foot, the opening of a hand as if sounding a bell, the movement of her torso as if softly blown by feeling: all wonderful.
Reba is pretty, wide-eyed, and blind; she has the most uncomplicated sexuality of any figure in the Lecter landscape, and when Graham flirts with her you feel a short gust of identifiable feeling, blowing in from a world beyond the weird.
The satisfying feeling of blowing a fully formed bubble instead of just dripping soap-water all over your bare feet.
Let's review: stiffly robot walking around your room because standing still would fill your body with cold, wet steel while your face has folded in on itself like a rag because you are hysterically sobbing is an important feelings-experience; blowing your bangs around in mild irritation is not, individually, an important feelings-experience.
Listen to your feelings without blowing things out of proportion.
I have the feeling of walking in a fog and the feeling of wind blowing in my head…I always have heavy shoulders.
The hero of "The Semplica Girl Diaries" calls it a "feeling of special destiny" he used to have "when tiny, sitting in cedar-smelling bedroom closet, looking up at blowing trees through high windows, feeling I would someday do something great".
Rather than feeling "blown around" due to the external circumstances of your company, we take care of ourselves by coming back to who we are and what we stand for.
In rush to graduate college, win Pam, get job, make babies, move ahead in job, forgot former presentiment of special destiny I used to have when tiny, sitting in cedar-smelling bedroom closet, looking up at blowing trees through high windows, feeling I would someday do something great.
