My brother-in-law says that women in my family have a curious habit of carrying their plate around while they eat. He calls it “the wandering plate.” While some of it comes from simple busyness at meal time, I think it comes from an innate need to nourish the body and soul of those around us. We are last to fill our plate. Then we wander, moving from person to situation, to continue the nourishing process beyond just filling a belly. May my wanderings fill your soul as they do mine!