{soul food}


Sunday mornings. Quiet mornings. Morning light bright and palest of yellows. French toast mingling with the bitterness of black coffee, pulling senses back and forth, sweet and bitter, sweet and bitter, a cacophony, a strange sort of symphony. Calm- outer reestablishing inner. A day of rest, a day to self, a day full of possibilities just in it's very nature. Warm air mingling with song of birds. Leaves rustling in the wind. Sunlight, beautiful, warm, glowing sunlight making it hard to resist the call to dabble about in it, if only for a little while.

{Soul food} is my term for the things that keep me moving in life, that inspire me and refill the "spring of my soul," so to speak. Sometimes soul food is an image, sometimes it's in the form of a book, a single poem, or even a film. At other times, soul food is that cup of tea had at just the right moment, or that homemade bread you decided to make even though you'd rather lay like a puddle of goo on the floor. The point is, soul food is anything that lifts you up, that makes you feel inspired or whole, anything that makes you stop and breathe, anything that gives you the strength to keep marching on.

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