23/08/2022
What have you done this week to feed your soul?
It's so easy to forget this aspect of ourselves, focussing on feeding the body, feeding the family, feeding the dog.
Nobody knows what feeds your soul except you.
So nobody else can take care of this. And have you forgotten how good it feels?
My soul slipped out of my body last year
so it could sit down and speak to me face to face.
I was surprised how my soul looked now that I could actually look at it with my eyes. It was much skinnier than I thought it would be.
"Why aren't you feeding me?" my soul asked
I could tell it was struggling to maintain it's illuminated outline so I could look at it.
"Why aren't you feeding me?' my soul asked.
"I thought I was," I replied. "Don't you remember last week when I let us watch that little self-guided meditation on YouTube that was about how to maintain a positive attitude or something?"
To be honest, I couldn't quite remember what it was that I had watched - because I had fallen asleep about 45 seconds into the video.
My soul sighed.
โThatโs not enough for me to keep my light blazing. What you have been giving me are crumbs. What I need is a banquet of beauty and wonder to feast on. I require a sprawling clambake of miracles and revelation to maintain my connection to Creation. I am starving for a fat spread of delicious marvel and decadent awe,โ my Soul went on to say.
โWow, I didnโt know you were such a diva,โ I replied defensively.
โIโm not a diva. Iโm malnourished,โ it said to me while beginning to flicker.
My frown touched my kneecaps.
โWhat can I do to feed you right now?โ
My soul pointed toward the door.
โLetโs go outside. The way the light moves through the trees in the late day is one of my favorite meals.โ
I nodded my head and opened the door as we went on to gorge ourselves under the low August light like it was a chocolate fountain.
It was a harvest of blessings.
โThank you,โ my glowing soul burped up to me through my veins.
โOf course,โ I replied. โIโll do better, I promise. Iโll give you a huge picnic every day.โ
My soul hugged my bones tightly and said โWell, then I better go shopping.โ
โShopping? For what?โ I asked.
โFor some stretchy pants.โ
~ john roedel