Do goosebumps and chills answer life's questions?

As my FP colleagues can attest to, this last week has been nothing short of brutal and sweltering (oh and the building is pretty hot and humid as well).  Despite the intense temperatures, I've been noticing that I have been getting goosebumps and chills at defining moments within the last week that prompted my mind to question exactly why that could be...

The first time was standing in a very humid room 101 telling a friend about an amazing book that was passed along during the summer.  This book, Many Lives, Many Masters, profoundly affected me as I read it.  The messages and story of real life lessons learned really struck an intense chord with me.  It reaffirmed my beliefs of rising above all else to always put love and goodness out into the world because that is our challenge in life.  As I described this book quite ineptly, I felt my heart surge because I knew that I had begun to internalize the lessons from it, which have been instilled in me in my childhood.  In a 90 something degree classroom, both my friend and I looked down at my arms to realize that I was covered in goosebumps.

As I was talking to my first period yesterday, I looked around the room to see 11 faces of students sitting in desks.  Though I entered this year with enormous doubts as to my effectiveness as a teacher, I could once again feel a type of affirmation welling up inside of me.  From within my core, I felt so natural speaking to these kids who had known me for no more than a day.  Though the classroom thermometer could easily read over 100 degrees in room 202, I actually got a chill while teaching my class.  I now know this year is going to be more than okay.  I felt it.

This evening I drove home on a balmy night coming from my mother's house.  I did my laundry and ate dinner with my mom and brother for the first time in awhile.  It was fantastically wonderful.  It felt like real family.  Though I was sweating in the car from the miserable humidity of Cleveland, I once again glanced down during my evening reflection and realized that goosebumps once again inhabited my appendages.

I don't really know nor care what goosebumps and chills really are.  I don't want a physiological explanation as to why my body may react in that manner. 

As far as I'm concerned, it's my soul's way of exuding itself to me and the world:  a manifestation that whispers to me that maybe, just maybe, I really am going in the right direction.