#Nourishment

[inmyglowupera]

Cooking healthy food is an act of self-love. Eating well and enough is a form of self-respect. Both are privileges—stay grateful.

[punkpandapatrixk]

‘Eat the rich!’

Babe, why you saying shit as if being rich were a terrible thing? Everybody wants to be rich and comfortable. Even you want to be rich and comfortable.

You’ll never be rich and comfortable if you nourish that kind of a miser mentality. One day, if the Universe ever grants you rich and comfort, what new mentality are you likely to develop?

A crook mentality. Obviously. And you’ll always be afraid of getting robbed and mobbed. Because you had exactly this type of mindset about the rich prior to becoming ‘one of ‘em’ tsk tsk…

Command your Reality with clear definition. So if you must eat at all…

‘Eat the corrupt!’

Remember to 'detox' by eating nutritious foods from nature as well~ lmao

[theoneobserving]

The priest at church today said we are all here because we are unworthy and are begging God for help and nourishment

Lord, please help us and give us nourishment and thank you for all the times you have done so

[longreads]

Meals for One

Preparing food is an act of care for oneself and others. For Longreads, Sharanya Deepak writes about the joys of learning to cook for herself:

“Now, when I cook, it is after I have read Rebecca May Johnson’s Small Fires, which teaches me to focus on my gestures. I avoid the need to text her every time I am moved by how she recalls action. Instead, I slice a malta orange. I watch my hand dip into the cut-glass box with chaat masala I stole from my mother and watch the masala emerge, tucked into a small steel spoon. I watch myself take the cluster off a head of garlic, I watch myself heat butter and mix honey in with it to put on toast. I watch myself. 

In these gestures, a new person emerges, a person that understands sensory preferences, who can witness herself move. I have never known this person. I like her. I tell her about how I always thought that pleasure belonged to someone else.” 

Read Meals for One by Sharanya Deepak

[reality-detective]

🟢 Eat these 3 foods to restore your spine:

Did you know that dried apricots, figs, and prunes can restore your spine and give you strength?

Take 1 fig, 5 pieces of dried apricots and 1 prune.

Eat them before bed for 1.5 months. They cause the restoration of the tissues that make up the intervertebral soft discs. They make these tissues more stable and elastic. This is what will lead to the vertebrae starting to return to their places. 🤔

[loveindeeair]

Nonchalance is Nourishing

Love

DeeSignia 🐾

[nourishcolourbites]

[benuebaby]

SACRED NOURISHMENT #ehik0studio

[divinegastronomer]

You better come on in my kitchen

Well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Ah, the woman I love, took from my best friend

Some joker got lucky, stole her back again

You better come on in my kitchen

It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Oh, she's gone, I know she won't come back

I've taken the last nickel out of her nation sack

You better come on in my kitchen

It's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Oh, can't you hear that wind howl?

Oh, can't you hear that wind would howl?

You better come on in my kitchen

Well, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

When a woman gets in trouble, everybody throws her down

Lookin' for her good friend, none can be found

You better come on in my kitchen

Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

Wintertime's comin', it's gon' be slow

You can't make the winter, babe, that's dry, long, so

You better come on in my kitchen, 'cause it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors

In these lyrics by Robert Johnson, the culinary esoteric meaning is a metaphorical invitation to seek solace, comfort, and nourishment in his kitchen during difficult times.

The kitchen symbolizes a place of warmth, sustenance, and safety, contrasting with the external turmoil represented by the stormy weather outside.

Johnson offers a refuge from the storm, a place to find respite and support.

Lost love and betrayal expresses deeper emotional struggles and the need for companionship and understanding in times of hardship.

Johnson's kitchen becomes a symbolic space where one can find empathy, connection, and perhaps even healing through shared experiences and the common bond of facing life's challenges.

These lyrics convey a sense of resilience, community, and the universal human need for shelter and warmth, both literal and metaphorical, during times of adversity.

[vintage-tigre]

The Way Forward

[yumclaire]

i want to become the best version of myself

i want to nourish my body with healthy and tasty foods, pretty looking plates and new recipes, so it can function properly.

i want to hydrate my body with water, herbal teas, selfmade juices and smoothies, so it can regularly flush out all the toxins.

i want to move my body by playing my favorite sport, doing daily pilates, walking to release stress and help with blood circulation.

i want to spend time outside, hiking in the woods, walking around the town, spending an afternoon in the garden to get fresh air, sunlight and clear my mind.

i want to be productive, cleaning my space, studying, focusing on wholesome activities instead of doom scrolling.

i want to spend time with my loved ones, strengthening our relationships, making them smile and feel cared about.

i want to find my own style, buy myself clothes that make me feel pretty and confident, experiment with outfits and accessories.

i want to love myself, fully. i want to talk nicely to myself, my body, my mind and listen to them.

[testoster0ne]

dominic by maor luz

[heart-songs]

Apologies

Moments when I care about nothing except an apple : red as a maple tree satin and speckled tart and winy.

Moments when body is all : fast as an elevator pulsing out waves of darkness hot as the inner earth molten and greedy.

Moments when sky fills my head : bluer than thought cleaner than number with a wind fresh and sour cold from the mouth of the sea.

Moments of sinking my teeth into now like a hungry fox : never otherwise am I so cruel ; never otherwise so happy.

- Marge Piercy, Circles on the Water