Day 4 of 30

Something I crave...

So many things.

To be touched.  I crave a massage on my neck.  I crave my feet to be rubbed.  Or even just held.  Dustin laughs at me because I often ask him to just hold my feet, wrapping his hands around them with gentle pressure.  I love that.  I also love my back, face and/or arms to be tickled.

I crave self-awareness.  I love to dig in to my own psyche.  I want to heal old hurts that I find there. 

I crave escape.  A book.  A trip.  A girls' night out.  I am happy and content for the most part, but sometimes I just want escape.

I crave fresh mozzarella, basil and homegrown tomatoes.  And I often crave orange juice.  And Cadbury Mini Eggs.

I crave a thunderstorm.

I crave that place I sometimes get into when I write where I can pour my whole sould into the words and I feel better for the writing of them.  And I feel satisified.

I often crave a good solid cry.

I crave sunshine.  I crave that right now.

I crave singing and playing my guitar.  I crave singing with my family. 

See... so much craving, so little time.