Susan loves potato chips. They’ve been on my verboten list for years, eons in fact. Well, there they were. I had just one. Then, you know how it goes, I couldn’t have just one. I had another. Oooh so crunchy and salty and so greasy…Heaven!
I awaken the potato chip monster inside me; more, more more,
that i ALL I want!
ok, feelings. There’s feelings. There they are, I’m stuffing my mouth and stuffing my feelings.
Lovingly I breathe and feel. I think of a potato chip, breathe and feel again.
Sanity returns. Slowly. Over days. I think of potato chips. I feel, I breathe. I notice. I go for a run, I call a friend, and play fiddle, life goes on. Thoughts of potato chips comes in and out of my days. I’m dancing with that deep pit of potato chip desire.
Food is such a metaphor. I’d say, especially for us that aren’t heavy on other addictive substances, it’s so available, so socially acceptable. We all have to eat, right?
I invite you to notice. Say grace. Appreciate the great mother earth and the food she bestows upon us. Be thankful with each bite. Eat with reverence. Make it a part of your practice; the practice of coming more and more awake to you.
One potato chip can spark an evolution.