indulgence of the soulful kind

I’m not a picky eater. As a child I was the only one in the bunch who ate whatever was served. No aversions, allergies or special requests. Always happy to eat what was in front of me. To this day I’m not a picky eater. I modified some of my nutritional choices for my own reasons, but food in essence is fuel, a necessity for survival. Unless I am in a “ breaking the bread” situation ( a whole other topic). But even I have days where I grave something specific. And I end up going around taking a bite of this, a nibble of that. Leaving me dissatisfied and only intensifying my graving. Sometimes I am lucky and what I grave is ready and available, right in front of me. As I savor each bite, I am grateful for the pleasure and the satisfaction of the experience. Refueling me with that extra charge one gets from happy moments. I’m the same way with encounters of the soulful kind. I take my human interactions as a necessity for survival. On any level. Physical, mental, spiritual. Oh but the sweetness of actually encountering a soul you completely vibe with. Hitting that treasured spot deep somewhere inside of you that you don’t even know was there and needed touching until it happens. Savoring the recognition and the connection. Giving you that extra charge it takes to make it to the next step in your personal evolution.