I just ate an entire bag of spinach and a pile of sliced mushrooms for dinner. It all went into a skillet and looked like a mountain of food—well maybe more like a molehill—but it all sautéed down to about a medium-sized serving of spaghetti and meatballs and not surprisingly, I have overfed myself. Or as my friend likes to say, I am sufficiently suffonsified. Emphasis on the fon. Suf-FON-si-fied.
Clearly, I never miss an opportunity to feed my body, albeit tonight with a rather odd combination of food, courtesy of the sparse contents of the fridge. Healthwise, I guess it beats a burger, fries, and a side of fried mozzarella with a chocolate shake to wash it down. Well, at least I opted for spinach instead of running away from home in search of something greasy and fried. It’s a start . . .
Lately though, I’ve noticed that I’ve been on a bit of a downslide, not doing the things I should, and doing things that I shouldn’t. More zoning out in front of screens, less blogging, for example, and yes, I see that I am shoulding all over myself. I shouldn’t be doing that.
For the past few days I’ve observed myself as I do a backward drift into temptation. Netflix and restaurants have called to say they miss me and threaten to drag me off course and back into old habits that I am working hard to view from the safety of my rear view mirror. I was doing really, really well there for a while, but sometimes it’s a little hard to hear the sound of sanity over the voice of a screaming appetite deprived of satisfaction.
Obviously, I’m totally committed to feeding the vehicle that walks me around and needs to be gassed up now and then to keep itself moving. I’m forever quick to feed the body, but what about the care and feeding of the soul? What good is a body that is full if it walks around with a soul that is empty?
I suspect that my backslide is the direct result of a neglected soul starving for the pleasure of my company. When my commitment slips, when I fail to tend to the needs of my soul, when I take it for granted, or skip meditation, I deprive myself of the enormous benefit of the rich nutrients that lie hidden within.
There is a a vein of gold inside each one of us awaiting discovery. The soul, Self, Higher Self, True Self, whatever one may wish to call it, exists whether we acknowledge it or not. It is a patient, kind, gentle, healing Voice that provides an answer to every question and a solution to every problem, if we will but ask, listen, and follow its wisdom. It exists even when we deny it and walk away, and it welcomes us home when we wake up and return. It is the truest, eternal, and most faithful friend that we will ever have. Feed it well with love, appreciation, and gratitude and it will raise you to heights you never dreamed possible. Wake up and remember.
Note: The photo above is courtesy of New Waves of Light, a website designed by anonymous individuals around the world who share the intention of bringing light and love to a world of darkness and chaos. (newwavesoflight.org or NWOL.us).
2 thoughts on “Food for the Soul”
You speak a timeless truth to all followers of ‘the Path’, and we all know what you are describing (been there, done that!). As Martin frequently says, “Onward and Upward!!”
Much love to you,
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Bless you dear Ann. Thank you! And yes, onward, upward, and to which I would add, inward. ☺️ Much love 💗