What feeds your soul?

[zhukov1943]

Wow...tough question...hmmm...

I guess it'd be when my buddies hear me sounding a little depressed on the phone, and kidnap me from work at lunch-time to get me stinking drunk at the strip bar...

Or setting out in an expedition kayak on Friday afternoon, knowing I don't have to turn the damn thing around until Sunday evening...

Or playing with my buddies' little kids. Hard to stay depressed or pissed off when you're making faces with a 2-year old...

Wow - come to think of it, life has really SUCKED lately!

 

[sheath]

See, that's the type of situation I always love to hear about. It saddens me when a divorced couple can't be friends afterwards. The scene you mention and others like them are so much better for everyone in the family. It makes me glad.

It makes me smile every time I think of Bill. I always tell people: "He's a wonderful man, a great dad, just horrible at being a husband!" Even after all this time and all we went through, I still think I married a winner when I married him.

Especially when he brings me McDonald's.

S.

 

[sheath]

Wow...tough question...hmmm...

I guess it'd be when my buddies hear me sounding a little depressed on the phone, and kidnap me from work at lunch-time to get me stinking drunk at the strip bar...

Or setting out in an expedition kayak on Friday afternoon, knowing I don't have to turn the damn thing around until Sunday evening...

Or playing with my buddies' little kids. Hard to stay depressed or pissed off when you're making faces with a 2-year old...

Wow - come to think of it, life has really SUCKED lately!

But that's the point of this thread...to think about the things that make life shine through the fact that it sometimes sucks.

I like your post.

S.

 

[sheath]

Only if you think he's still using the same toothbrush.

And only if it feeds your soul. Don't forget that part.

S.

 

[midwestyankee]

And only if it feeds your soul. Don't forget that part.

S.

Yikes, S has turned into the thread police!! Cheese it!



Have a great day, S.

 

[sheath]

Yikes, S has turned into the thread police!! Cheese it!



Have a great day, S.

*snicker*

Whoever thought I would turn into the thread police? If I weren't so shamless, I would be ashamed of myself.

S.

 

[midwestyankee]

*snicker*

Whoever thought I would turn into the thread police? If I weren't so shamless, I would be ashamed of myself.

S.

Sheath, you may have just stumbled onto another item for your soul's pantry: shamelessness.

What I mean is this: whenever we engage in actions that leave us feeling shame, we make a huge withdrawal from our soul's bank account. Shame withers us, makes us small, detaches us from the world and our joy. When we can act without shame, regardless of what we are doing, we are acting with joy and we are in tune with our soul.

Just a random bit of lunacy on an otherwise quiet Wednesday afternoon.

 

[sheath]

Sheath, you may have just stumbled onto another item for your soul's pantry: shamelessness.

What I mean is this: whenever we engage in actions that leave us feeling shame, we make a huge withdrawal from our soul's bank account. Shame withers us, makes us small, detaches us from the world and our joy. When we can act without shame, regardless of what we are doing, we are acting with joy and we are in tune with our soul.

Just a random bit of lunacy on an otherwise quiet Wednesday afternoon.

And in your lunacy is wisdom.

I have a signature line that appears in all my novels and bios..."May you find peace in compassion, and always love without shame." I don't think shame is a necessity. There are those who will disagree, of course.

I believe shame is something that happens when an action is not considered for all its facets. Knowing yourself inside and out eliminates the need for shame, for even if we engage in acts that would 'typically' bring shame to the forefront, we have already considered the implications and can live with what we do.

That is part of what feeds my soul...being able to look at myself in the mirror.

S.

 

[midwestyankee]

And in your lunacy is wisdom.

I have a signature line that appears in all my novels and bios..."May you find peace in compassion, and always love without shame." I don't think shame is a necessity. There are those who will disagree, of course.

I believe shame is something that happens when an action is not considered for all its facets. Knowing yourself inside and out eliminates the need for shame, for even if we engage in acts that would 'typically' bring shame to the forefront, we have already considered the implications and can live with what we do.

That is part of what feeds my soul...being able to look at myself in the mirror.

S.

Thanks for the compliment.

I like the idea of "love without shame" because it speaks to a knowing love, one that we engage in as an act of will. I am a firm believer that love is not an ethereal state that descends upon us by chance. Rather, it is will in action toward and for another. And when we act without shame, we are truly acting on our will.

 

[CelticFrog]

Hm.

Being sick, cuddling with my sick child, and knowing that right then there is noplace either of us would rather be.

Any soup but chicken noodle when I'm sick and staring at the rainclouds outside.

Safeway's Evening Delight tea. With a touch of honey.

Being wrapped in lots and lots of blankets, especially the one my grandmother made for me when I was 11.

The feeling of warm straight-from-the-dryer clothes.

Rice Socks. (Thanks, fille!)

The sound of boiling water in a kettle that doesn't whistle.

Fresh baked bread.

Six foot foof chairs. That are perfect for curling up into a ball in.

Compassionate friends that will blame themselves for your illness even though they're across the country. Just because they're sick too.

HUGE plush Pooh bears. Like the biggest ones the Disney Store makes.

Schwan's. Because they help me from having to cook too much. And it's still healthy food.

Carpet that feels oh so nice to lay down on my stomach in.

And whine.

To nobody.

The pictures that my grandmother let me take home with me last time we visited so that I could scan them in. Even though I have no idea what to do with the glass negative plates.

Seeing pictures of my grandpa before he had his oxygen tank. Before he died.

The feeling of getting something accomplished despite how yucky I feel.

Those things feed my sick soul.

Ang

 

[sheath]

Hm.

Those things feed my sick soul.

Ang

You know what is cool? That you can come up with a whole list like that in the midst of feeling like shit.

Life is good.

S.

 

[sheath]

Hearing a guitar tune down. Oh, yeah.

The smell of my little girl's hair when she gets out of the bathtub.

The way the light is falling across the trees in the backyard, just soft enough to tell me a storm might be brewing out there.

The wind in my hair while I ride on the back of a Harley in the early morning light, the way my lungs hurt when I breathe air so crisp and pure it makes me want to cry.

Inspiration!

S.

 

[CelticFrog]

The wind in my hair while I ride on the back of a Harley in the early morning light, the way my lungs hurt when I breathe air so crisp and pure it makes me want to cry.

Inspiration!

S.

What about the 'saddle numbing' effect of a ride on a Harley?

And then the tingle as sensation returns.

It's almost like... after a marathon fuck session.

Ang

 

[sheath]

What about the 'saddle numbing' effect of a ride on a Harley?

And then the tingle as sensation returns.

It's almost like... after a marathon fuck session.

Ang

*chuckle*

Yeah, well, some things that feed my soul can make my body scream for mercy.

S.

 

[CelticFrog]

Some things that make you cry for mercy make your soul sigh in relief.

Think about rock climbing. Or sleep deprived music creation marathons.

GOD, I wish I could come hang out at Grand Central Station.

Ang

 

[College_geek]

Here's one I just thought of today. It's specific for the situation that happened today, but experiences such as this are things that feed my soul.

Today while a good friend of mine and I were eating dinner, we just starting making sounds that ended with an "ahh" sound. The sounds became words, and each time we tried to top each other. It got to the point where, after saying one, she just started staring at me and looking around nervously, but with a huge smile on her face. We just stared at eachother, wanting to laugh, but refusing to. Then she stared at me and said "Kumbaya" and I literally fell over laughing. Sharing laughter with a friend and being able to be silly and not care what anyone thinks. That feeds my soul.

 

[sheath]

Some things that make you cry for mercy make your soul sigh in relief.

Think about rock climbing. Or sleep deprived music creation marathons.

GOD, I wish I could come hang out at Grand Central Station.

Ang

You are always welcome at Grand Central Station, dear.

What feeds my soul? Having a home so open, so filled with music, so comfortable to my friends that it is actually named Grand Central Station.

S.

 

[sheath]

...We just stared at eachother, wanting to laugh, but refusing to. Then she stared at me and said "Kumbaya" and I literally fell over laughing. Sharing laughter with a friend and being able to be silly and not care what anyone thinks. That feeds my soul.

Doesn't that make your whole body feel light and free, that kind of laughter that has no cause whatsoever?

S.

 

[CelticFrog]

Doesn't that make your whole body feel light and free, that kind of laughter that has no cause whatsoever?

S.

So there was this panda.

Ang

 

[bobsgirl]

I love to sew, and especially I love to quilt. I spent the whole afternoon in my sewing room today, cutting, piecing, sewing, making the fabric fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. So my soul is feeling fat and sassy this evening. Making quilts for the ones I love that will still be keeping them warm when I am gone just fills me up. Don't know if I can explain it better than that.

And I am with you, MWY. I always get a real feeling of satisfaction after spending the afternoon in the kitchen cooking for my family. I like knowing that even if McDonald's is closed (and I LOVE McDonald's ) I can put a good meal on the table. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for that reason.

I also love taking road trips with Mr. Bobsgirl. It's so relaxing and renewing. Helps me remember why I married him 26 years ago.

 

[logan ross]

what feeds your soul?

my mom, knowing the pain and anguish she went throught at the hands of my father and to see her happy and in love again. it feeds my soul.

seeing the sun rise over the city as i cycle along the beach.
being one with my guitar
music (most of it)
my dog
discovering something new.
being an aussie.

 

[sheath]

So there was this panda.

Ang

S.

 

[sheath]

I love to sew, and especially I love to quilt. I spent the whole afternoon in my sewing room today, cutting, piecing, sewing, making the fabric fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. So my soul is feeling fat and sassy this evening. Making quilts for the ones I love that will still be keeping them warm when I am gone just fills me up. Don't know if I can explain it better than that.

And I am with you, MWY. I always get a real feeling of satisfaction after spending the afternoon in the kitchen cooking for my family. I like knowing that even if McDonald's is closed (and I LOVE McDonald's ) I can put a good meal on the table. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday for that reason.

I also love taking road trips with Mr. Bobsgirl. It's so relaxing and renewing. Helps me remember why I married him 26 years ago.

I LOVE this post.

Now I gotta go get my quilt tops out again.

S.

 

[sheath]

what feeds your soul?

my mom, knowing the pain and anguish she went throught at the hands of my father and to see her happy and in love again. it feeds my soul.

seeing the sun rise over the city as i cycle along the beach.
being one with my guitar
music (most of it)
my dog
discovering something new.
being an aussie.

Ahem. An Aussie with a guitar.

Do you have any idea how quickly that got my attention?




So, anyway, now that I have hijacked my OWN thread...

What feeds my soul today? Sleeping in and having my daughter curl up beside me to sleep in, too. Dealing with adversity as soon as I wake up and being able to handle it well. A phone call from a good friend and a whole lunch hour of discussing everything under the sun for no reason at all.



S.

 

[midwestyankee]

You are always welcome at Grand Central Station, dear.

What feeds my soul? Having a home so open, so filled with music, so comfortable to my friends that it is actually named Grand Central Station.

S.

Something else that feeds my soul:

friendship

Even someone else's friendship.