I am sorry to feel and see all of the tension and anger, it is almost in the air we breathe, it pours out of the devices that pulls us out of ourselves and strain our senses.

I am doing the things that nourish me. Love nourishes me. Reading. Walking in the woods. Sitting and thinking alone. Going to movies. Talking to maria. Being with the animals. Writing on my blog. Taking photos. Encouraging people in whatever way I can. Talking to my friends. Buying gifts for my granddaughter and seeing her smile.

Meditation is nourishing. Quiet is nourishing. And nature, the trees in the forest, the mist on the hills, the cows in their pastures. Life nourishes me, for all of its trials and troubles. People nourish me, they are good, given the chance. Take care of yourselves, be selfish. Do what nourishes you.