I have a veracious appetite for life. I find life delightful, exquisite, something so delicious.
I want to sit in St Mark’s square in Venice with my husband enjoying great cocktails and great food.
I want to invite someone to share food and conversation around the table with me – like everyday!
I want to create beautiful spaces for people to enjoy and celebrate life.
I want to raise up the next generation and give them space to pioneer.
I want to be part of a real, authentic, vibrant loving community. I want to drop off casseroles, and flowers. I want to write lovely notes and thoughts to friends. I want to visit people in hospital. I want to be as generous as I can to the world that I love so much.
I want an amazing marriage. I want to spend time with my kids every day – even when they are in different parts of the world.
I want to read and devour the wisdom of the ages.
when I allow my veracious appetite for life to be hurried I don’t get what I’m really looking for.
I am so hurried rushing from one thing to the next gorging myself on life that I get short tempered, frazzled, anxious, worried, tired, and exhausted. I lose peace. I lose joy. I lose gentleness. I lose love.
The people that I love the dearest – my husband and kids and close spiritual friends often get the left overs. Joy doesn’t bubble as I sit down around my big table with family because my being is tired.
Green tea time turns into sound bytes.
Children can’t embrace me.
I don’t have time to hear the excited babble of their soul as they effuse about life
My romantic thermometer ends up around my ankles.
Love is patient.
Love needs slowness not Hurrry!
Love requires me to remove the rushed sound bytes from my life.
It means I have to eat less courses.
It means I have to chew over each course.
In the slowing what I discover is joy, love, peace and gentleness are on the menu … and when I’ve finished eating?
My soul is full to the brim and I don’t want MORE.