
Primal Pleasure
The infant’s mouth searches rooting for the nipple, finding it, begins to suck. Relief from the engorged breast. Then an immediate sense of tranquility caused by the fulfillment of a basic biological urge, something not cognitive but simply physical. A familiar smell envelops both calming, another unconscious effortless connection requiring only your presence at this event. Time vanishes and the calmness takes over, absorbed in a moment.



