a question for the soul
When I first began my therapeautic quest years ago, my counselor asked me a very important question. I was suprised at the time that I had no idea how to answer it. However simple it may be, I realized that through the years, I have learned well what my soul needs and how to give it thusly.
How do you comfort yourself?
There are many answers, but for this week alone...a week of sad news and anxiety and eyes cast downward while walking in a storm...for this week, these are my comforts.
- heavy blankets atop heavy sweaters
- blank journal and the outpouring of words
- sleep
- spending way too much time making new blog buttons
- loads of real butter and real cream to make a perfect white sauce
- T.S. Eliot
- Sitting in a dark pub's corner booth with pours and pours of Jameson and those I love
Tell me then,
Or tell yourself.
How do you comfort your soul?
It's an art I hope to perfect in my lifetime.
Won't you join me?
Or tell yourself.
How do you comfort your soul?
It's an art I hope to perfect in my lifetime.
Won't you join me?
"Lifting heavy feet in clumsy shoes*,"
T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets / East Coker I
8 comments:
I love the buttons ....
I love to swim endlessly during such times
xx
Yes, the buttons was time well spent.
I honestly need to give this question a long think. But you've put it in my head, like so many other catalysts to growth. As well as Jamesons.
Also. I couldn't even comment on that last post. I'm still choked without words.
walk bookstores.
sit quietly with a pen and page in hand.
quiet.
and more quiet.
Hope you are feeling better today. xx
cbm
A good cup of coffee
A woodstove in a cold house
The sound of my wife's voice
The excitement of my children when I get home
Lying down, shutting my eyes, & imagining myself piling all of my issues, insecurities, & problems on Jesus.
I noticed the buttons! Stabs of envy at your creativity and blog savvy.
~Gardening
~Painting
~Silence where it's not usually found
~Birds
~Learning
~Pursuing change
~Tea, blankets, and old movies
Spilling myself at RW.
Being alone in the woods.
Making.
A few hours spent alone with a good book and hot cup of tea (or 2 or 3). Quiet time alone usually fixes most of my internal struggles. If it doesn't then John gallantly listens while knowing better than to offer "fixes". A good cry.
I realized after tonight that long car journeys and loud music is my number one soul soother. Make sure the music is loud enough to drown out any and all thoughts.
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