Soul Cravings...Satisfy Them!
"Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is the special occasion."
I have been up since 3:41 a.m. It is now 7:15 a.m.
I've been as silent as I can be during this time.
Usually I am awake with my thoughts; trying to ruffle through the negative and positive ones.
Some days it takes longer to find the good.
Today the words, "Be still. Be quiet. Look. Listen." were whispered in my ears.
Whoever spoke them knows me well. :)
I was given the opportunity to look up at the sky and see so many stars I did not need a flashlight on my walk.
I was able to enjoy a scenic drive to the airport and witness the hustle, bustle and emotions of the people while driving past the departures.
The birds sung so loud and with great enthusiasm, reminding me there is still a song in my heart too.
I closed my eyes and listened to my Soul sing; I had not heard that voice in so long...at least not that clearly.
I've missed her.
What seemed like the length of a full album played until I opened my eyes.
The sun was now rising.
The birds got louder, summoning the wildlife to drink the morning dew.
I found myself dancing to Natures' rhythms.
A shift in the atmosphere occurred.
I was reminded of one thing:
SILENCE SPEAKS WHEN THE SOUL GETS TONGUE-TIED.
Not everyday is or will be easy; some days can be down-right debilitating.
All days we are given a choice to push through our discomfort; and when we do,
May we remember that we might not be able to control what happens to us, but we sure can control the way we react to things.
Not everything deserves a chance to penetrate our thoughts.
Take a moment and ask yourself, "What does my Soul seek to express?"
If you are in alignment with your answer, great!
If not, now is the time to make a conscious decision to express your Highest Self.
It is in these moments we discover the beauty of satisfying our soul cravings...and that every moment we do is a chance to celebrate that special occasion.
The Soul Knows What It Needs; let us do our best not to tamper with Its divinity.
The Smitten Chef