I sneak into my sons' rooms and with a torch look at their sleeping faces, and congratulate myself on how wonderful they are. I sit outside, feel the warmth of the sun on my face, and fantasize about what was happening in the world on a year of my chosing. I am trying to break myself of eating for consolation, so I am trying different things. I love exploring New Age stores, smelling the incense and flipping through books. I like talking to people and making them smile.
Hugs are also precious.
When I am really in need, for example, when my husband is on a week-long business trip and I am stressed from work, I go to my friend Ron at Yesterday's Memories in Leesbu rg, VA, and get my palms read. The stroking of my hands and the smell of the incense fills my soul with light, and feeds my skin hunger. When I need to show myself that I care, I buy myself a book. There is nothing quite as satisfying as prowling around Barnes and Noble for the perfect book that I can take home and get lost in. Reading takes me away.