(Go click the link, you won't be sorry. It's beautiful.)
I thought "My goodness, Glennon has a beautiful soul doesn't she?" which, of course, she does.
Then
I thought of my friend Jane, and thought "my goodness, Jane has a
beautiful soul, doesn't she?" which, of course, she does.
Then
Hil, Michelle, Scabs, Harriet, the list of beautiful souls
I've been blessed to know goes on and on and on. I thought of my WoPAs,
all the WoPAs, my family, my friends, and so many loved ones. I walk
around all day long surrounded by beautiful souls.
Then
I thought I'd try to find my soul, but that sounded hard, so I instead I
decided to start where Glennon started. By finding things my soul
loves.
- good books
- stepping on fallen leaves
- campfires in the dark
- crisp morning air
- laughing - and making people laugh
- connective conversations
- writing
- breathing slowly
- making things grow
- learning
- healthy dark dirt
- a long swim in a cold COLD lake
- other souls
So
I shared those things with a few close friends, and realized that my
soul is beautiful. It loves beautiful things. But it also loves
less-beautiful things.
- pie. lots and lots of pie
- being right
- controlling the behavior of the people around me
- admiration
- breaking things (ice throwing contest anyone?)
- doing things I deem IMPORTANT
- validation
- feeling powerful
Jane
swears that the ego is what loves all that validation and being right,
the anger is probably responsible for breaking things, and well, I still
don't see anything wrong with loving pie.
I suppose the question for me is the same as it has always been.
When I strip away everything else, does my soul love the "right" things? Am I enough?
