I was invited to go sailing on a drizzly island afternoon. I said, “Thanks, but no. I have too much to do.” My husband knew how empty my emotional well was. He said, “Dear woman, go make your heart happy.” And so I went. I chummed up with Risa and Sarah for a perfectly blissful afternoon. Rocked by the ocean, comforted by the companionship, silenced by the immense view of the azure sky we did what every woman needs to do: we were still in God’s presence and He filled our emotional wells.
Every woman I know can easily drain the vigor out of her own soul by doing good things. It’s in our DNA to nurture and focus on others. We work hard in so many different arenas and then we are stunned when we drop the bucket once again into our emotional well and find the well has run dry.
We must find little streams of happiness that flow into our spirits and fill us up again.
What are some of those streams of joy for you? I love being with people but my emotional well gets filled up when I’m quiet. Reflective. Recently I started writing poems again. Some are silly like the one I wrote this morning about the Nimble Gecko. Others are melancholy like February Mourn that captures the low sounds creation makes as she waits for her Redeemer.
I don’t know why this sort of writing fills me up. Perhaps it’s the freedom to play with words that makes my heart happy. It’s creative writing in its most elemental form. Baby talk. No editors, no marketing plan, no spell check. Just undiluted thoughts from an uncluttered heart.
So do tell. I’d really like to know. What small streams of joy fill up your soul?