As I have begun to write down what nourishes me in my journal each day, I have realized that I need to make the distinction between nourishing, stimulating and tonifying. I had never really thought of it before I began writing it down.
There really is a difference. Not that I don’t want to have stimulating and tonifying things in my life; I absolutely do, I think they are just as essential as nourishing ones. But since I am trying to bring more nourishment into my life, I need to be able to decide which belongs into what category.
For example, I watched a wonderful movie called Once this weekend. I fell in love with this movie immediately. I was about to add that to my journal, but when I really thought about it I realized that it wasn’t so much nourishing as it was stimulating.
Watching wonderful movies (I am a total movie buff), reading great books, listening to recorded music — all of these things are vital to my happiness. All are stimulating. This is a good thing. A very, very good thing. And so inspiring.
So what nourishes me?
Well, one of the things that nourishes me is PLAYING PIANO. It is written there in my journal each day. It brings me such joy.
I have only recently begun taking piano lessons. My teacher is phenomenal. That makes all the difference in the world to me. Her teaching style allows for my love of creating the music to shine through and there is less of a focus on making sure everything is perfect. With experience I will improve my playing skills, I know that. For now what is most important is approaching the music with reverence and feeling true joy as I become the creator of music.
When I was younger I would go off to my room and sing along to my favourite records. I still enjoy doing that. I love to sing. When my children were babies I sang to them as I rocked them to sleep, and when they were young children I taught them simple little folk tunes that we could sing together. My voice was my first instrument. I was always too shy to sing in front of people and I still am self-conscious about singing in front of someone. But when I am alone I sing for the sheer joy of it. I have come to realize that it is the act of creation itself that gives me such nourishment.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” — Aldous Huxley