Saturday Showcase – Effusive and Sensualistic


I am an effusive and emotional creature (in case you haven’t already figured that out). I cry at commercials that touch my heart. I smile broad smiles when others only grin. I laugh with joyful abandon when others scoff. Life is far far too short and Love is far far too rare not to share a joyful smile or giggle of mirth at every moment that presents itself.

(Now that’s not to say I do not get my work done, that I don’t ever have an off day or find myself stressed and in need of a frosty beverage or some other form of mental diversion, but on the whole, by and large…well, you see where I’m going, don’t you? So I’ll get on….)

I verbalize (perhaps a bit too much, now and again) how I feel, what I think, ways that moments touch me, dreams I’ve had or simply created; I verbalize everything. (well, nearly) I tell people Thank You before they expect it. I give a gentle ego boost when someone seems low. I share with my friends how much they mean to me, whether in serious or in funny ways, that will make them smile. I am Effusive…perhaps to a fault.

I am also a sensualist (we’ve covered this ground before, but I really am going somewhere with this, so do please bear with me, I shan’t be long.) I don’t scowl and pretend to be too cool, I take pleasure in things. Elaborate or simple, expensive or moments that cost not a dime. I look up at the stars, I notice the berries ripening on the bushes, I see the squirrels scampering and I smile. I breathe in the fresh, crisp scent of winter; I gaze long and hard at the colours around me; I touch, either with my hands or my heart; and I look upon that face and smile with remembrance (sorry, that bit’s just for me) I listen to music that lifts my soul; broad and expansive, ethereal or ancient, rhythmic or classical, music enriches and delights in ways words simply cannot.

I am Effusive and Sensualistic. So when I see something that may draw a single tear to most eyes, I weep with deep sobs and trembling.(although when this happens at the theatre, I will stifle myself as quickly and quietly as I am able, not to the chagrin of my movie-going friends!) When I hear music that may draw a sigh from another, again, I cry out of the sheer delight and the pure beauty of unencumbered emotion communicated without words. When I read something that might make the average reader nod in agreement or say quietly, “wow”, I tremble as if intoxicated, moved by the deep well of emotion within me, and often, very often, open myself to the deluge of inspiration and words that ever comes as a result. And when I watch a movie, when I see an actor perform a scene with unparalleled, exquisitely expressive skill and it moves me to laugh (yes, out loud) or cry, equally out loud, there is little I can do to stem the tide.

I am Effusive. I express myself openly and honestly. Sherlock may call it a human failing (perhaps among others) but, Being a Sensualist, I rather do not mind.

Just a bit about me, not that you asked, but being effusive, ( well, you see my point….)

Beautiful Original Artwork by : Lauri Blank


  1. I know what you mean…when I was little my family took me to the theatre to see an old classic Disney movie (I think it’s called the hound and the fox) and I cried (more like screamed) so badly that my mother had to take me out of the theatre. I still cannot see that movie. It seems that that thing in the brain that is supposed to tell you that “this is real and this is not” is rather underdeveloped in me 🙂 I love getting to know little bit more of you 🙂

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    1. Honestly, that is a sad cartoon and not one of my favuorites, so I understand the wailing. There are movies that I have seen dozens of times and I will still cry at the same parts. You are just sensitive, like me 🙂 Something we have in common 😉 (Makes for beautiful poetry 🙂

      Blessings my Friend!!


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