What replenishes your soul?
On our family farm is a special place we call Daffodil Hill. For most of the year, it looks like any ordinary patch of woods. But in March—and sometimes as early as late February—it plays host to a gleeful party of yellow flowers. Every year of my life I have walked through the fields with my family, buckets in hand, to pick the flowers that grow on this hill. My mother delights in finding doubles, the dogs romp wildly, and the children are reminded how to break the stalks so that the blooms will continue to return to us year after year. This annual trip to Daffodil Hill replenishes my soul. The long walk outside, the sacredness of the place, the time with loved ones, the ritual, the smells, the brightness of the flowers after the months of gray cold. The rain sometimes dampens my spirit but my how it replenishes the earth. I deeply appreciate it all.
There are so many other things that replenish my soul on a daily and weekly basis: reading Mary Oliver in the morning, jogs and Barre3, time alone to write or notice or sip, friends around my table.
We were in a heavy place with last week’s question, and I don’t want to lose the anguish that fuels our resolve to effect necessary change. But I also know that we can’t be strong if we have let our spirits grow weak. What replenishes your soul?