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Monday, February 27, 2012

What Feeds My Soul/Spirit

As I write this I have the back door open to keep an eye on my boy who is digging in the dirt while the next door neighbors play basketball.  It is a beautiful, sunny day with temperatures in the mid 60s.  If only it would stay this way.

Awhile back I sat in church and in my little journal wrote a list of all the things that feed my soul.  I keep this journal with me almost all the time to jot down everything from a to do list to quotes to words that strike me in some way.

Last week I set aside some time while in my office at work to take my feeds-my-soul-list and find miniatures and place them in my sand tray.  (Incidentally, this sand tray was a gift from a former student who had remembered that many semesters before I had mentioned in a play therapy class how much I was coveting Eliana Gil's sandtray in her family play therapy video.  So very grateful for this gift.)  The ironic thing about this activity is I had just come from teaching about socioemotional development in infants.  It was another beautiful day but the air conditioning wasn't working right in the classroom.  I was nauseous.  Perhaps I should have just gone home, but I was determined to do this tray.

What Feeds My Soul/Spirit

All things creative:
music, drama, books, visual art

young children for so very many reasons

being in nature:
the trees, flowers, and water

sitting by a roaring fire,
looking up at the sky,
walking along a bridge,
listening to a water fountain

the beach:
the sun, the sand, the waves
finding shells
making sand castles

the grace, the freedom, the nurturing of birds and butterflies

fresh, local, organic food
sipping tea with a friend while having a heart-to-heart talk
I need to find a little table for those tea cups

be still.
my meditative like figure just seemed too big
so Gumby came to the rescue

The other two items in the tray were a bottlecap that said "play" and a knobby, colorful ball.

What do these things all have in common?
Taking the time to be quiet
to listen
to reflect
to be grateful
to remember what is really important.
To know we are all connected.