Imagine Yourself as Soup
It’s time to simmer down.
Imagine yourself as a pot of soup: Human soup, if you will.
Now that the darkest days of the year have come:
You must move inwards. You must simmer down.
What ingredients are you made up of, my dear human soup? How were your ingredients grown?
Were they tended to by caring guardians? Or left out in the harshest elements to wither and rot?
How were you grown?
Snow falls out the window and you cozy up close to the fire. Simmer.
How well do your ingredients harmonize? Were you fed lies? Contaminated water on the rise? Or were your seeds of knowledge fertilized? So that your curiosity bloomed and thrived?
What kind of nourishment do you now provide?
