What Nourishes Me Most is My Belief in the Power of Being Nurtured

I run on berries and the flesh and bones of sacred creatures to whom I’m eternally grateful

I run on magic and synchronicity and glimmers captured when time moves slow enough to see them

I run on crystals of every color and feel and conversations with plants, Mother Earth beneath my feet

I feast on the fleeting scent of summer rain, and the caress of clean sheets

Ghost stories from ancient lives passed when I am both the sage storyteller and the audience listening intently

Open spaces, fresh air showers in onshore winds and tall grass sway

Some food is best ingested with your lungs. Or eyes. Or ears. Or skin.

Each part of me has its own fuel, something that sustains it and keeps me alive

And what nourishes me most is my belief in the power of being nurtured.