Julie asked, What feeds your soul. What do you do to renew yourself? And how does this fit within the cultural boundaries that fence you? Big questions that grew out of a friend’s need to cook for others as she looked for footing and more level ground following the death of her father.

My reply is – I don’t know.

I am not sure that what we refer to as the “soul” is renewable as much as it is elastic. For most of us it can stretch and snap back, holding up to a remarkable amount of challenge and even abuse.

Deliberate recharging of the energy source that makes this possible is something I haven’t spent much time considering. I know that many of us take holidays, but I find getting away to be merely doing what I do normally, more of less, in a new locale. There is little about it that is relaxing or recuperative in a me time sort of way.

Is soul food Me Time? Alicia wrote about naming that time we dedicate to ourselves. Defining it.

Does the soul need daily intake, or is it a feast or famine thing? Or perhaps it is like the Energizer rechargable batteries that my husband uses in the digital camera – an every so often.

I used to run daily and would get quite cranky when anything prevented me from getting my miles. Music and mileage were musts.

I used to read books a week but wandering the Barnes and Noble last evening I wondered if I would ever need to read again the way I need to write.

Is writing a soul feasting? Not unless breathing is as well.

I thirst for time with my husband. For time on my own. Occasionally I need to interact in person with the wider world.

More to ponder than to state as absolute where my soul is concerned, I think.

But what about you gentle reader? Comments? Linkbacks?