Sugar...that's a different topic, maybe one I'll explore later on this year. Who knows?
For now, I joyfully keep a vow to remain plant-centered in my eating. I crave beef and fish, and enjoy eating those meats. I listen to my body and what it asks for. What an amazing experience!
What I've been surprised by is that avocados, raw cashews, maple syrup, kale, sweet potatoes, coconut milk and oil, dark or semi-sweet chocolate, bananas, artichokes, blueberries, almonds, and many other things are more than luxurious enough to get me through the day.
I give thanks for the grass-fed hamburger I've been privileged to enjoy, the free-range eggs that are on their way to me, and the plants that are the center of my sustenance.
In the midst of all the toddler-care, homeschooling and family responsibilities, I took the opportunity to make and share a delicious vegan soup on Saturday. As Heather shared with the other retreatants on Saturday, soup-making and, of course, all cooking, can be a spiritual discipline.
Not only that, our very lives depend on our cooking and food preparation. I sense this in a deeper way now than I used to. The necessity of chopping so many fruits and vegetables has attuned me to that.
I was asked Saturday evening if I was sad to return from the conference I attended last week. "Was it hard to come home [to reality]?"
I guess the vow I am and have been making is one (many) to use ritual, daily habits, how I eat, to try and keep life "all of a piece."
I have to chuckle, though, as I read that last sentence, because I'm a newbie, a baby, an ever-needing-to-begin-again beginner with regard to habits.
Yet I am conscious. I am conscious that I want both the ecstasy and the laundry, to borrow the title of the Jack Kornfield book I have been wanting to read.
Livin' with polarities. That's life. That's me. Here I am.
Thanks be to God. Blessed be.
