Self Care, a poem
Repeat after me, self care is not soul care.
It does not replace silence and presence and the beauty of five minutes with two feet dipped into the earth. Soil flavored palms from a morning in the garden. A cup of warm tea pressed up to weary lips taken in slowly, served with gratitude flavored honey & a fresh crumpet. And yet, soul care can be self care. The ways we move in the world gently nourishing a spirit wearied by real, raw life.
I woke up thinking this morning that maybe, just maybe you aren't tired of loving well. Perhaps you don't need a seven day vacation or a shot of tequila. But instead, a simple, sensory-rich experience pointing you to good and/or God through the trials and grief. What do you think?
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Stay in touch.
