Sitting outside this afternoon with my hands occupied with my latest knitting project, the smell of fresh-baked berry muffins wafting out from the kitchen, surrounded by the sights and sounds and smells of the garden, and listening to Son#4 playing away on the piano, I was struck by how such moments feed and nourish the soul.
I had a headache. One of those I've-been-sitting-in-a-workshop-all-day type of headaches. I'd forgotten about the workshop until I'd gotten to work so wasn't prepared. I had no water with me and I'd left half of my lunch at home - so I was hungry and dehydrated (food and water were provided but I wasn't able to eat a lot of the food and I cannot drink cold water). I then had to walk home. And while it was good to be outside again rather than sitting in a stuffy room, it didn't do my headache any good (I probably should have had a hat on but I hate hats - can you see a theme here? i.e, I don't know how to care for myself!). But that time outside on our deck was as good as any painkiller.
I then began to list other things that nourish the soul:
a drive in the country;
playing with water;
a walk along the beach;
making play dough (I am an early childhood teacher after all!):
listening to music;
sitting in a sunny corner reading a book;
watching seedlings grow;
cuddling my youngest granddaughter (in fact, cuddling all my granddaughters);
watering the garden; and,
What can you add to this list?