Love is the Weapon of the Future
Peaks and valleys.
That’s how I would classify life, only as I enter this phase of my life, the peaks last longer and the valleys are not insurmountable and are quickly dispensed with when they no longer serve me. At the end of last week, four work projects rolled in, the pipeline opened. Yesterday, I cracked the code on my fatigue and today started a grain-free diet. Today, I went to yoga for the first time in months, after my hip displacement incident that required six weeks of recovery.
Right now, I’m thinking of this quote by Yehuda Berg, a Kabbalist, who said, “Love is the weapon of the future.”
And today we are starting with self-love.
All of my dietary restrictions have backed me into a corner where I no longer enjoyed food. Food – the very pleasure that I could think about morning noon and night and suddenly, pop, it became a chore, tedious and undesirable. So I changed the equation – instead of finding substitutes for gluten – I have just eliminated grains. We’ll do a week of this and see how my body reacts. In my refrigerator I now have pots holding black eyed pea curry, jama jama, lentil soup, and a basket of fresh greens picked from my garden. No grains – no problem.
At yoga this morning, we talked about the four goals for a civilized life: dharma (your purpose), artha (resources), kama (sensual pleasure), and moksha (liberation). Dharma – I was accepted into a writer’s workshop at Loyola’s Walker Percy Center where I will work out my manuscript and I’m headed to a retreat on racial reconciliation in March. Artha – four work projects, better nutrition, and more movement. Kama – well now, tricky, now that Sty is out of the picture, I need to work on this one but right now I’m filling the pleasure principle with hot baths, gardening, and reading. Moksha – yoga, meditation, writing. I began meditating again this morning – it’s the panacea pill that I’ve been seeking.
See everything I was searching for was searching for me.
