My friend painted my front door yesterday and thanked me for asking as she said it was very nourishing. I watched her, as I am not a great house painter, and could feel her  “wanting to” and her enjoyment. This morning I heard myself say “I want to write” and I felt the joy emerging.  I was thrilled to welcome “the wanting” that I have felt missing much of my life. Allowing myself to be absorbed into the wanting is delicious and deeply nourishing.