// July 20th, 2009 // 1 Comment » // Cape Town, Decisions, Inspiration, Life (and the living of it)
… You took time out to nourish your spirit? Spirit, soul, inner being, choose your hippy name of choice. When’s the last time you paid it some attention?
I think of myself as a generally even-tempered person. I am, most days, pretty happy and cheerful, and I don’t (often) get irritated by little things. But on Saturday evening I noticed that everything was irritating me. The smallest things felt like they were getting under my skin, and itching like sand under a swimming costume.
I started ticking off all my usual reasons for irritation – hunger (no), tiredness (no), not enough alone-time (no, not exactly). And then I realised that what I was really craving was not necessarily alone time, but spirit time….
I’m slowly becoming rather good at nourishing my body. I sleep enough, I don’t work too hard, I eat well – the physical side of me is pretty much thriving. But I’ve been neglecting the spiritual side lately. I’ve fooled myself into thinking that if I take time out to read, that’s taking time out for my soul. But it’s not!
So I woke up early(ish) on Sunday morning, and took myself off to the spare room, where everything was quiet and still. I made myself a cup of tea, lit a candle, and read through my philosophy notes (from the practical philosophy classes I’ve been taking over the last couple of months). It was still, and peaceful, and I could feel my inner self filling up, like a watering can under a faucet. It opened up a part of me that has been sleeping for the past couple of weeks, too concerned with planning the outside world to take some much-needed time and space for the inside world.
After about an hour, I felt heaps better. Calmer, more inspired, happier. Not frazzled or irritable. More in tune with the world. What about you? When was the last time you took some time out to nourish your spirit?

“We can make our mind so like still water that beings gather about us to see their own images, and so for a moment live a clearer, perhaps even fiercer, life because of our quiet.” W.B. YEATS.