When we left the Mexican Jungle Bella and Lola were crying in the airport, wanting to stay. I bucked up and looked forward, knowing that even though the road ahead of me is here in Nashville I will for sure always return to Mexico.
Yesterday I awoke with the concept of third world and first world in my head. As a child, I was told by the media and other folks that life in the Third World was rough, scary and tragic –a place people wanted to escape.
I thought life in the First World was fortunate because we have so much STUFF at our fingertips. Now I understand that life in the Third World is all about LIFE, LIVING, FAMILY and FRIENDSHIP… Surprisingly I am now slammed with the reality of first world living and what life here is all about: STUFF.
Maybe I’m truly becoming a third world gal?
Now that we are back in the first world, I’ve begun to understand this world from an entirely new perspective.
I’ve been working with Virginia Harper (Who is this?) one-on-one to open my mind and understand The Yin and Yang of my food. At first, my mind both wouldn’t and couldn’t comprehend this mindset. Now I recognize that each food I place in my body has a balancing effect. A few weeks ago I began to acknowledge what I was feeding my mind, but I still wasn’t putting the entire concept together.
That is, until this week….
I ran into the market to grab a few things and bumped into a guy I know that is on a diet for his own health reasons and has been on the diet for a few years.
He is a really great guy and always up-beat. That day, he served as a great big mirror of my life: his hands were wrapped tightly around his grocery buggy and his eyes intensely bugged out, “How are you? How was your trip? Did you get sick?”
Tossing me from my calm and balanced place, I immediately started chatting about my not-so pleasant experience with the tummy. As I spoke his eyes bugged out further and his knuckles turned white…then he jumped in!
“You know I don’t travel AT ALL, but when I do I pack a crock pot, electric kettle, hot plate, electric steamer, all my own food and cook in my hotel room. Every time I eat out I KNOW I’m gonna get sick and guess what? I DO!
It is so tragic!!!”
I then asked him, “How long have you been on this diet?”
5 years, he says.
Hmmmm… 5 years and you are still so ill and unable to find something healthy to eat out there in the world with out lugging the kitchen?
Yep… It’s part of the deal, he says.
As I walked away from him I saw who I could be in his reflection: I could hold on so tightly to this illness, checking my stomach every five minutes searching for pain, tensing up after I eat in fear of something being wrong, and holding onto my market buggy for dear life!
Nope, not I.
The next day I sat with Ginny expressing my concerns and my run-in with “Hi I Hold On To Things” in the market. Her first question was, “Do you see now how DISEASE and ILLNESS can claim the body and becomes the host’s identity?”
Next, we discussed the partial obstruction to my ability to comprehend this new perspective: what do I put into my out-of-balanced body?
Well, you see, I love Mexican coffee made with carnation evaporated milk. In fact, when I lived there full time I drank it twice a day!!! Morning and evening!
This milk is super jacked up and loaded with sugar- bam I hit the floor after 3 mornings of it!
“Why?” I asked.
Her response, “Because you are allergic to milk and now it’s totally out of your body. It’s like someone with a peanut allergy – their windpipe becomes inflamed and NO air can make it through. Your intestines finally couldn’t take it and became so inflamed that nothing could pass.”
Then I asked, “Will I always have to be so rigid and will I ever be able to eat out?”
“You will find balance and know what you can eat and can’t eat. Then you’ll have your little kit of tricks: umeboshi plums for aiding in acid and gas, kuzu tea for strengthening and digestive enzymes.”
I heard my angel, “Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh, Girl you can do this, now you just gotta relax and make it happen.”
Hmmm… Last night I talked with Nanny and Bubba (they flew in for the week). I shared with them what I just wrote and our conversation quickly turned to how people hold on to suffering and why… Bubba said something great: “the one with the illness has all the power.” Meaning that they control the day, the night and the attention in the house.
Hmmm… Does the same go for Eating Disorders? Addiction? Depression? All Chronic Illnesses?
I gotta investigate and call on some of my Go To Know It All’s…this is getting interesting.