What fills your bucket? What charges you up? Turns your crank? Gets the juice flowing?
I took the picture above in the Olympic Mountains. The day I took it I spent about 12 hours hanging out above the tree line. That filled my bucket, but that's me. It isn't everyone's cup of tea. The point is we need to nourish ourselves to support our emotional well being.
Years ago I didn't think I could think of anything nourishing in my life but when pushed (artfully) I conceded the blackberries were ripening and I liked that. It isn't likely blackberry season as you read this, my point is that as inconsequential as that seemed to me at the time, it was a starting point.
My point is: look for something that is at least less bad than the rest and drink it in in the spirit of opening to be nourished. The last rose in December, the opening of roller derby season, a hot shower, a found quarter, or an unimaginably good cappuccino. Here is the experiment: see what it is like to take it in, even for a moment, like you won the lottery.
I took the picture above in the Olympic Mountains. The day I took it I spent about 12 hours hanging out above the tree line. That filled my bucket, but that's me. It isn't everyone's cup of tea. The point is we need to nourish ourselves to support our emotional well being.
Years ago I didn't think I could think of anything nourishing in my life but when pushed (artfully) I conceded the blackberries were ripening and I liked that. It isn't likely blackberry season as you read this, my point is that as inconsequential as that seemed to me at the time, it was a starting point.
My point is: look for something that is at least less bad than the rest and drink it in in the spirit of opening to be nourished. The last rose in December, the opening of roller derby season, a hot shower, a found quarter, or an unimaginably good cappuccino. Here is the experiment: see what it is like to take it in, even for a moment, like you won the lottery.
