You know when you've been musing on something and out of nowhere a perfect quote appears to wrap up your thoughts in pretty wrapping paper and tie it off with a pretty silk ribbon?
Ya, that happened to me yesterday.
Musings as of Late
As most of my readers are probably members of the raw community, you know how it is when you start on this raw journey you begin to feel more and more like an onion. Not smelly, per se, but "one with layers." And as we leave out heavily processed and refined foods from our diets, our systems become cleaner and less cluttered. Food does not sit around taking up space. Nor does it 'numb' us. As I looked out the window of a local coffee shop yesterday, I couldn't help but think that all the people walking by were probably zombies. How much power and potential brews within each of them, unrealized? How numbed are we by our own habits, or influenced by corporate advertising, relatives, peer groups?
Numbed and Dumbed
Numbed. It reminded me of a conversation
Philip McCluskey often shares with those interested in juice feasting. Philip observes that not only does raw food remove the costume that camouflages negative feelings and makes those feelings observable, but juicing leaves you totally naked. The food consumed by the average American is heavy, processed, refined, and preserved.
For anyone who has experienced a "food coma" you know how this quality (and sheer quantity) of food makes us feel. We become zombies! And in the long run, when we can't hear our inner guidance because its suffocated with mashed potatoes and drowning in gravy, we become easy targets for advertisers, who encourage us to consume more, more, more.
Wow. It all kinda comes together doesn't it? When we're cooked fooders (in an irresponsible kind of way) we can't think/won't think for ourselves, so corporate America/Mom/fill in the blank thinks for us. Numbed and Dumbed.
Transformation
So, you decide thats not how you want to live, and you begin to change your habits. A few weeks of green smoothies and energy soups and you begin to feel. As in, intuit. Touching things like table tops is a new experience. You smell flowers like bees see them (or so you imagine). You begin to Love everyone. I mean really feel. Thats the delicious honeymoon. And then...
You begin to feel the other stuff. Ready? The self-doubt, the guilt, the blame, the self-destructive patterns return this time un-masked. But there's no Pizza Hut to put a cap on this glowing glaring raw emotion. So, in a sort of sink-or-swim knee-jerk reaction, we return to the muffin. Just this one. Because we aren't in the position to deal with the newly released emotions. And then we're off the raw wagon.
What happened?
Well, it takes more than a night for the caterpillar and you should expect it to take more than one night for you to fully become the raw diva (divo?) you want to be. Sure,
Mr. Monarch transformed overnight, but c'mon his name
is Monarch ;)
Goodness knows I have an all or nothin' pattern engraved in my brain synapses somewhere. If I'm not the best then I don't want to do it, and if I can't do it all, I won't do any. (Am I 6 yrs old or 22? Sometimes I'm not sure) But if I've got this 'All or Nothin' habit then I'm guessing some of you do too. So we try again and again, badly wanting to be the "raw foodist" that will bring us everlasting joy and happiness. In our delight we ignore warnings from raw folks like Philip.
Remember that perfect quote I promised with the wrapping paper and pretty ribbon?
As promised, I send you off with this divine excerpt from Marianne Williamson, author of Return to Love:
"We must face our own ugliness. We often must become painfully aware of the unworkability of a pattern before we're willing to give it up. It often seems, in fact, that our lives get worse rather than better when we begin to work deeply on ourselves. Life doesn't actually get worse; it's just that we feel our own transgressions more because we're no longer anesthetized by unconsciousness."
—Excerpted from A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles
much love,
Natanya