Every once in awhile it’s good to get back to the basics. Regroup.
For me, it involved a session of no-noise-whatsoever, my favorite pen, a clipboard full of college-ruled paper, and some uninterrupted time to figure out where I’m going in life (or where it’s leading.)
Accompanied, of course, by a little lunch…
During this first week of “being home,” I’ve tested my physical limits — mowing the hilly parts of our lawn with a push mower, clearing brush, hauling wood, climbing up and down the bluff, and generally just moving. (For some reason, I needed to reconnect with my outer environment before tackling the inner one.)
Physical labor clears my mind. Hoohah!
Then, when all was said and done, it was time to ponder.
If there’s one thing I’ve figured out, my neurons fire in sequence in the presence of a simple meal.
(Maybe that’s the idea behind “food for thought?”)
Nothing fancy, just primal food…
Croutons sprinkled with sea salt and freshly ground pepper, soaking up balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil.
Basil from my herb garden.
Almonds and olives.
Accompanied, of course, by a glass of Cabernet…
Not only did it appease my hunger, it fed my soul.
In evaluating my life (or at least this installment of it), I’ve concluded I don’t function very well when my soul is hungry.
I suspect you don’t either.
A few other realizations came to mind… Music needs to be a bigger part of the picture. Cooking (surprisingly) isn’t my highest priority in the coming weeks, but I do need to eat and my camera is close by. :) Writing is first and foremost.
Joy was meant to be shared.
Pull up a chair and tell me what feeds you.
Enjoying a full soul,