That’s easy! I finally got started on my Artist’s Way path this morning and I wish to nourish my creativity, my ability to write and my determination to stick with it. The food that will support me is this community, my husband’s kindness and generosity and my elders’ own creative work. My great aunt painted and quilted, my grandma tatted, crocheted and wove rugs, another great aunt sewed, my aunt knitted and told stories, my father made furniture and who know what all the other relatives have done?

The word “nourish” also always reminds me of a song we sang in church when I was little. It’s an English translation of a Swedish song. Here are the first two verses:

Children of the heavenly Father
Safely in His bosom gather.
Nestling bird nor star in Heaven
Such a refuge e’er was given.

God, His own doth tend and nourish.
In His holy courts they flourish.
From all evil things He spares them.
In His mighty arms He bears them.

Here’s the Swedish:

Tryggare kan ingen vara

Än Guds lilla barnaskara

Stjärnan ej på himlafästet,

Fågeln ej i kända nästet.

 

Herren sina trogna vårdar,

Uti Sions helga gårdar,

Över dem Han sig förbarmar,

Bär dem uppå fadersarmar.

 

When I think of this song I feel safe and happy, like a nourished child. May you all be nourished this week.

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