Switching my diet, the best I can – and I understand that it can be difficult for anyone – but switching my diet to my fullest ability to eat only things I cook myself, to really eat a wholesome, sattvic diet of whole grains, vegetables, and fruits. And staying off immediate foods.
We live in a world and almost everyone has grown up being able to just eat instant foods. The original instant foods were things that people picked, harvested, or caught. If caught it would more than likely have been seafood even though I don’t eat seafood except on very rare occasions.
Last night I was so hungry and had no instant foods to grab. I had to steam a large Yukon potato and it was simply so amazing. I was still hungry afterwards and so I had to make a pot of organic millet, which I then seasoned with flax oil, some salad sprinkle stuff made from sprouted seeds, tamari sauce, and seaweed. It was so good. So much better than any instant food.
But to eat this way well I think you kind of have to be a home body, something I guess I’m lucky to be able to be doing with my lifestyle. Because I love being home. I love cooking. I love eating the most wholesome, blessed meals on the planet.
And there are all these other things that go with being home: I love playing music and just being in artistic, creative spaces. Its like a different way of living. I love being able to live this way, to live the way I want, at my speed.
I guess to me this is kind of the essence of what being a hippie was about. Kind of like this Saraswati wholesome artistic home energy fueled by the hearth and good, wholesome food.
If I make any move from this position, I want it to be for a positive reason. I do not want to relinquish any of the richness that I enjoy as my right to be a healthy, happy human for the sake of anything else. I only want things that step up from this point, that maintain my wholesome energy, that increase.
Yet it is perilous. All around there are precipices waiting to be fallen off of, things to be tripped over, mistakes to repeat because I didn’t take a lesson seriously enough, didn’t take myself seriously enough and had to shortchange myself yet again to learn how beautiful, sensitive, and worth protecting and preserving I am.
One thing I am finding on this course of life: There is an intensity that is an essential part of everything. Initially it was just sort of incidental. Things seemed more intense. Intense highs, feelings of bliss and goodness were more intense. Aesthetic things were more deep and enjoyable.
But this intensity is becoming essential to who I am and how I want to live, to the very values that express the foundation of my life. This intensity is the basis of all that I want to achieve.
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