, I think anything that allows you to participate more fully in the present moment can give that feeling of a heightened experience. I don't think any hobby has this kind of experience, but many do. Like perhaps—that moment after you've just run a mile (or two? or 26.2?) and you stop to catch a breath and you
want the air more acutely than you do just breathing placidly at a desk. And maybe that breath catches in your dry mouth and starts to settle in, and then you start to hear again the breeze shifting through the trees, finally pushing through over the sound of your heart. My heart always feels like it's stuttering when I come to a stop, and then there's this sudden rush of being still again, being able to observe things in quietness, being able to look down at your hands and feet and remember the motions they were performing, just a few moments ago.
I think a lot of hobbies actually bring you away from your body—when I read I don't feel where I am in the world, I don't remember the relationship of my knees to my ankles and the stiffness of my shoulders, hunched over a book. I've escaped to an area of the mind. So whatever brings me back into a consciousness of myself, and my relation to space and the world—that's sort of what I was describing. Something that takes the feelings inside you and draws them out into an exploration of your reality.
Maybe I should run more.