Soul Cravings
Sometimes when I journal before sleeping, I'll leave a question on the page in hopes that my subconscious will help with the answers.
Last week, feeling particularly restless and unsettled, I wrote "what is my soul craving?"
The next morning the answers flowed, a stream of consciousness. Here's a snippet:
My soul is craving juicy brainstorms, it's craving the kind of conversation where everyone is as equally invested in listening as they are in sharing from the heart, it's craving long dinners, being curled up on a couch beside friends on a Friday night drinking wine, it's craving SUN and deep belly laughter, it's craving loud music and the chaos of my siblings and cousins dancing in the kitchen in their stretchy pants after a big meal, it's craving new and interesting sights, it's craving that first day in a not-yet-explored city, it's craving that feeling when your song comes on on a dancefloor, it's craving the anticipatory excitement before guests arrive, it's craving savasana in a room full of bodies.
It's craving more.
Can I "soak" and still be seeking?
I think so. We're living in a time (especially here where I live) that's not only taken many of our big, shiny moments, but also our smaller experiences - the ones that fuel our souls and leave us feeling seen and connected.
We've done such a beautiful job coping, accepting, cancelling, adjusting, and managing disappointment. So much disappointment. I think you can find the light in where you are *and* acknowledge that it kind of sucks here and you want more. You need more.
As much as I'm trying to orient my focus towards presence and soaking in the now, it's important for me to hold space for what feels missing. It felt important to allow myself to be reminded of what a vibrant life can also feel like to me.
Yours in duality, always.