Many years ago, when I was in the hospital I read a copy of Guideposts magazine. Bored out of my mind (this was when they used to keep you in the hospital until you were nearly well) I was willing to read anything. I came upon a short poem that really struck me, and so I memorized it.
If of thy worldly goods thou art bereft . . .
and to thee alone two loaves are left,
sell one, and with the dole,
buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.
This little poem has served to remind me over the years to keep things in balance. The poet doesn’t suggest we preserve security by keeping both loaves. Nor does he counsel us to throw all resources into pleasure. But even when times are difficult, beauty is important. Feeding the soul is important.
Yesterday I fed my soul by visiting a friend who has a litter of puppies. It is simply not physically possible to frown when surrounded by six bouncing puppies. You cannot be anything but happy when snuggling a soft, sleepy, warm little body in your lap.
What do you do to feed your soul?