And it seems I am not the only one who hungers…..

This gorgeous extract (written by Florinda Colavin) feeds my soul more than any food could….

“April 30, 1981.  Eleven a.m. ……I sit at the typewriter and write. The quiet of the house seeps into my bones and nurtures me. Writing is a way of being alone with myself. I have been so lonely for myself for so long. I have missed myself at so many corners.  Writing nurtures me in a way that alcohol or food never has. I feel guilty taking this time in the middle of the day to write. I feel I should be eating leftovers or cooking – not writing in my journal in broad daylight….”

Extract taken from “Feeding the Hungry Heart” by Geneen Roth, 1993