I woke up early, awakened by a belly grumbling with hunger.
I like feeling the hunger.
It reminds me there are many things in life I hunger for, perhaps some days, even long for.
I hunger for solitude.
Time alone, away from the demands of people and life. I hunger for the silence that becomes my companion in the solitude.
“I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.” – Henry David Thoreau
I hunger for freedom.
To do what I want when I want. And even though I mostly live my life this way, some days I want freedom from all responsibility.
I hunger for intimacy.
I long to move beyond the superficial, the comfortable, the ‘normal’ and surrender to the intimate and connected.
“…available people are the ones who are dangerous, because they confront us with the possibility of real intimacy.” – Marianne Williamson
I hunger for the unknown.
I want to share myself beyond what I already know, where I’ve already been.
I hunger for openness.
Self-preservation and protection sometimes sneak in and make me forget.
“The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.” – Chuck Palahniuk
I hunger for the deliciousness of life.
Life sometimes seems a buffet; a dilemma because I like choice but don’t always want to choose.
I hunger for fire in the belly.
For light and passion, for giving it my all, thoroughly used up when I die.
“Good men and good women have fire in the belly. We are fierce.” – Sam Keen
Over to you:
What do you hunger for?
What nourishment is missing that might make the difference?
Inspired by Rachel Cole.