I need to find more ways just to be. Not a philosophical existence, 'to be or not to be,' but ways to set down my cares and breathe in a bit of life. My soul needs airing out now and then to fill itself up again.
Unlike my body, it can't get by on peanut butter crackers and dr. pepper. It needs trees, flowers, and the night sky - especially the night sky - and stars to wish upon and space to let my mind wander aimlessly.
When I give my soul a little breathing room, everyone I know gets nicer.
