Soul

Conversation last night with a dear friend that not everything you do needs to feed your wallet but, sometimes, more importantly one’s soul.

My friend who was trying to be helpful suggesting that I find another job at the age of 63 that fits more of who I am which the one I have currently pays the bills and allows me to do what I need to do on my time away from work. My Dad was an osteopathic physician who, in his free time, fed his soul by oil painting and design. One or two of the houses which I lived in growing up, he did the architectural design as a way to feed his soul. Plus, he was into gardening of making it beautiful with plants that fit the environment.

My friend who is former coworker and a former supervisor who came from a Vermont dairy farm who has one of the strongest work ethics of anyone who I ever met. When we worked together it was great because we got things done together. Sometimes, I have encouraged her to step back and do something that she enjoys which mostly fails on my end.

With wisdom comes appreciation that the most beautiful things in life cannot put a value on. Discovering what feeds one soul doesn’t necessarily feed one’s wallet. Growing up, singing was it for me but later became writing. In addition, sitting on a few special beaches and riding my bike on a paved trail feeds my soul. Traveling and adventure are helpful to me.

What do you do to feed your soul? What is it that gives you satisfaction that you cannot put a value on it? If you are having a bad day, what or where is the one thing or place that you gravitate to?

We were put on this earth more than to work and to make a living but to have a life that feeds our souls. Many times, it’s what finds us instead of us searching for it of natural tendency.

Thank you,

Leslie Elizabeth David.