‘Your scars are someone else’s hope’ Danielle LaPorte

Food and freedom

I had planned to continue on journaling and creativity, but I ended up writing about food, mindful eating and cooking….. It is Saturday and I have bought over a kilo of fresh spinach, which I am going to use to prepare three dishes. Spinach pie, a spinach salad and a risotto type dish, my own preferred version of a traditional Greek risotto recipe. These last eighteen months or so and probably as part of recovering from the ‘mystery weight loss’ and of regaining weight I have been taking better care of me and eating and cooking more mindfully. Also, since our decision to cut gluten and sugar out of our diet I have been preparing a smaller variety of simpler dishes mostly due to lack of availability of certain gluten free products here. I have amidst the changes been engaging with the whole process of eating and cooking with more presence. Most of us eat and cook while being on the automatic pilot often thinking of other things or multitasking at the same time. Edward Espe Brown writes ‘when you wash the rice, wash the rice, when you cut the carrots, cut the carrots. A lot of time we have stuff on our minds. Take care of the activity’.  Actually, Edward Espe Brown’s ‘definition’ of what Zen Cooking means to him quite resonates with me. He sums it up as: cooking as a personal spiritual act; personally selecting foods; recycling leftovers and waste; respect for and hospitality toward guests; an absolutely clean kitchen; use of the freshest seasonal ingredients; the ability to cook anywhere in the world with whatever is on hand; being equally capable of cooking frugally and extravagantly; using food to enhance health.

As part of this healing in some sense process I have also been experimenting and tasting things I hated as a child and have often found that I actually enjoy eating these foods now, which is natural because our preferences change as we grow up and most of us eat a greater variety of things as adults anyway. Foods that I used to not like in earlier times might simply have been linked to feared or unpleasant childhood incidents like choking on a fishbone or being made to eat a certain food because of its nutritional properties or a teacher insisting on my eating the sandwich I had already tossed in the bin. Thinking back on a film I saw a little while ago, The Cakemaker, directed by Israeli writer/director Ofir Raul Graizer, the leading female character in the film, objects to her brother in law’s strict, religious based, admonitions to her child in relation to what foods are acceptable to eat. She tells him she doesn’t want him to grow up fearing food. How many of us harbor all sorts of mostly unconscious beliefs and fears to do with food and many other things, too? If we pause to think we realise that so much of our daily and very basic experiences are seeped with old messages and rules and don’ts and shoulds that may be of no value and may not resonate with us in the present. While growing up many of us internalised all sorts of cultural messages, stories and judgments around food, our life path, self worth, creativity and so on that we would probably be better off without. Korean Zen Buddhist Nun Jeong Kwan and chef of her Buddhist Temple says ‘You must not be your own obstacle. You must not be owned by the environment you are in. You must own the environment, the phenomenal world around you. You must be able to freely move in and out of your mind. This is being free……’

Up until recently I sort of still avoided eating spinach risotto remembering my intense childhood dislike, but I have now discovered that if I tweak the recipe a bit I actually like it very much.  So, this is how I currently make it. I sizzle the rice and onions in olive oil, add two chopped tomatoes, pepper and salt, and finally, the roughly chopped spinach, which I have thoroughly washed and drained. I then add a little hot water and allow the ingredients to simmer until the rice is cooked, but not too cooked. Traditionally, the rice would not be ‘al dente’ and the tomatoes would not have been added. Raw spinach appealed even less to me as a child, but as an adult I absolutely love spinach based salads and pies. The salad in the photo contains spinach, a fresh onion, salt and pepper, olive oil, vinegar, a few crushed walnuts, pine nuts, chia and sesame seeds. I might also add other vegetables, sundried tomatoes, olives and parmesan cheese depending on what’s available. For the pie pastry today I have used gluten free flour (not sure about the suitability of this flour though), a little olive oil, a spoonful of apple cider vinegar, salt and water and for the filling I have used roughly chopped spinach and fresh green onions, which I have moderately sizzled in olive oil, drained and allowed to cool, crushed Greek feta cheese made from goat’s milk, pepper and herbs. I am actually writing this post while the pie is in the oven.

Eating and cooking mindfully grounds us in the moment, and so on the one hand, past information interferes less with our present experience, and on the other hand, the likelihood of relevant insight arising is also increased, and when this occurs it can diffuse past experience and the associated beliefs. We gradually eat with less fear unburdened by a lot of past and unhelpful information. Engaging with eating and preparing meals in a more mindful way also increases the chance of our eating to nourish our bodies rather than eating or even stuffing ourselves to soothe our underlying stress, for instance. Engaging mindfully with the experience of eating may also help unhinge our sometimes unconscious resistance to food, and thus, allow nourishment to take place. It is a sad fact that in Western contemporary societies, obesity and the numbers of people suffering from eating disorders is on the rise. Tragically, there are also millions of people in the world who are dying for lack of food. In all cases the causes are complex and multifaceted – ranging from greed for  profit and control, sociocultural expectations and media messages to conditioning and trauma. In his book, The Body Keeps the Score, Bessel van der Kolk (2014) writes ‘if you are not aware of what your body needs, you can’t take care of it. If you don’t feel hunger, you can’t nourish yourself. If you mistake anxiety for hunger, you may eat too much. And if you can’t feel when you’re satiated, you’ll keep eating. This is why cultivating sensory awareness is such a critical aspect of trauma recovery. Most traditional therapies downplay or ignore the moment-to-moment shifts in our inner sensory world. But these shifts carry the essence of the organism’s responses: the emotional states that are imprinted in the body’s chemical profile, in the viscera, in the contraction of the striated muscles of the face, throat, trunk, and limbs. Traumatized people need to learn that they can tolerate their sensations, befriend their inner experiences, and cultivate new action patterns’. Finally, being more mindful of the whole process leaves room for deep gratitude to arise. As I engage with food while eating and cooking more mindfully, waves of gratitude also arise spontaneously.

‘….. Do not forget to add some salt, / when serving spinach warm;
if you do this kids find no fault / and sometimes may reform.
Though they can’t share your cool crisp wine / a Chardonnay, Tokay,
some Seven-Up will do quite fine / while following Popeye….’ (Gershon Hepner)

Sharing my journal inspirations after yesterday’s yoga class (my second so far after a long Sabbatical) and some poems

I am sitting on my yoga mat / Soft music transporting me to the centre of the Earth / An umbilical cord of particles of light / Me and Her. We are One / The chatter of people like butterflies touching our yoga mats, our clothes, our skin, our Souls / We are One, Connected / A circle of interwoven intersubjectivities / Someone calls out a name / Someone mentions a colour – neon red / A number, an animal, a food, a film, a car make / Someone’s been to a familiar far off land / Someone’s humming a tune / Disease is whispered / Terminal cancer, trachoma / Dis-ease is talked about / Muscle tension, joint pain, fatigue, flatfeet / Pilates is better than yoga someone says / Maybe cheaper adds another / Baggy pants or leggings / I remain present to all / Within my body, within the room, within the world / The heartbeats in my chest / The discontinued string of words like children’s play / The breeze blowing through the open window / And the Tabitha cat waiting patiently outside the glass door / Gratitude I remind myself / Gratitude for the breath / And for the flow of blood / For the pulsating and the ticking / Gratitude for the flow of life that courses through me right now / I am here, that’s all / I have made it thus far / I have been knocked down and raised / I know I am / I am both light and flesh / Energy and skin / Ego and Soul / Permeable and separate / Same and different / Weak and strong / Constrained and free / United and alone / Here on my yoga mat the Universe

By Cameron, Julia from The Artist’s Way: A Spiritual Path to Higher Creativity

I wish I could take language / And fold it like cool, moist rags / I would lay words on your forehead / I would wrap words on your wrists / There, there, my words would say / Or something better / I would ask them to murmur, Hush and Shh, shhh, its all right / I would ask them to hold you all night / I wish I could take language / And daub and soothe and cool / Where fever blisters and burns / Where fever turns yourself against you / I wish I could take language / And heal the words that were the wounds / You have no names for

Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

“You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”

The Laughing Heart by Charles Bukowski

“Your life is your life / Don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission / Be on the watch.”

An Ocean, A Fish Bowl by Dave Ursillo, from his book ‘I am We’

The ocean would seem a burdensome place / to a fish whose only home was his bowl.

My bowl has shattered / I’m not sure who nudged it off the table.

But I do know that Two Strange Hands scooped me up
and saved me / They gave me freedom by tossing me into the waves
that nearly caused me to drown……….

Some fish just prefer the bowl.

 

Continued from previous post….

Plus, two resources related to journaling and writing

An article on the power of writing to heal by Linda Joy Myers PhD at https://memoriesandmemoirs.com/the-power-of-writing-to-heal-excerpt-from……

A video by Dr Kim D’ Eramo about a journaling process at: https://drkimderamo.com/release-grief/

This post today is in some way the continuation of one of the threads from the previous post. Privacy violations and other similar interferences have been part of my journey. I have made reference to this in many posts, journal pages and artwork that I have posted over the span of these last five years. These types of violations are often insidious and happen across time and contexts. The damage these practices do on people’s lives is what makes them a sort of power tool in others’ hands. My response has been varied depending on circumstances. Initially, I dealt with this from a place of emergency and sometimes the focus was on individuals in various contexts and sometimes on agencies and authorities. I often lost sight of the interconnectedness of individuals and settings. It was probably all I could do in order to decrease the business around me, which was my priority goal initially. My efforts also served the purpose of making it visible; however, gradually, one realizes that perhaps a more empowering way to view and go about surviving these practices is through a systems lens for often oppression and injustices and microaggressions are systemic, I do not mean to say that the individuals that participate in these power games are not accountable or responsible for causing harm, but they are embedded in a system that propagates and encourages the shoving and pushing, the bullying, the violation of freedoms, the interfering, the breach of confidentiality, the running over and so on. Additionally, a systems lens prevents losing sight of the bigger picture and allows for responding rather than reacting.

Privacy violations interfere with rights of freedom and expression and they destroy people’s credibility, reputation and health, and ultimately, they are an assault on the dignity of both the victim and the perpetrators. They create inhumane and unsafe societies that lack pro-life values and holding environments for those in need. Instead they foster a culture of separateness, cynicism, apathy, competition and a mechanistic view of life. Those in power have always used these practices to erode and encroach upon people’s lives and to fragment and divide. One extreme example that springs to my mind are the tactics used in Nazi Germany, to mention one historical context only, where even young family members were encouraged to spy on their families and friends, supposedly to exterminate the enemy, often sending them to their death. In George Orwell’s dystopia, 1984, which describes a totalitarian world where an all knowing figure, Big Brother, gazes into the lives of all the citizens of Oceania with the goal to crush all cognitive and emotional expression and freedom, also becomes salient as I write this.

Despite the damage that rights violations and these type of practices have caused me, the creation of this site and my slowly cracking the shell and finding my voice has also come about because of the suffering and all that has taken place. There comes a point where you finally react or respond and you wake up and you collect courage and act from the place and the resources available to you in that particular moment without any certainty. Posting journal pages and ‘shitty first drafts’ (borrowing the term from Anne Lamott) has not been easy, actually it has been scary and riddled with uncertainty, but I felt that my response had to make this particular aspect of my journey powerfully understood. When we victimize and hurt others we can never be certain of their response, no matter how long or how much they may have put up with. Sometimes the victim is silenced for good and sometimes something happens and he or she decides to become the canvas that contains and makes the pain and the shit visible. And sometimes I think that even if I were hit by a truck today, I feel that at least I have managed to use words and images to become visible and speak my truth and values.

Through discussing journaling in posts I think I have also created a small crack in the culture of ignorance around the value of journaling, doing art, creative expression and why people in power have always feared creativity, even though creativity in its many forms and shapes is a vital part of our life force. In her collection of poems, Blue Horses, Mary Oliver writes “Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside each of us”. We are all born with creative capacities to some extent or other and with the potential to use speech and the written word to express our deeper truths and longings. Martha Graham wrote that ‘There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open’. Why would God or the Universe endow us with these capacities or qualities in the first place? Would the Source of life not have created homogenous robot like creatures with no capacity for agency instead? To pick up another thread from the previous post, in her book, Black Beauty, Anne Sewell writes that “There is no religion without love, and people may talk as much as they like about their religion, but if it does not teach them to be good and kind to man and beast, it is all a sham.”

In relation to the value of journaling and writing, I have mentioned elsewhere about the benefits derived from engaging with these practices and the research findings that are suggesting that journaling can not only impact our psychological well being and bring clarity, but can also bring about positive changes in our physiology. Personally, I have engaged with a variety of journaling techniques over time. In my earlier diaries I used free-writing and writing with my less dominant hand more often as a way to allow unconscious material, which is often symbolic and also may represent the level of understanding or processing of younger aspects of the self, as well as, layered narratives to surface. It is very hurtful to come to realise that what has poured out of a place of vulnerability would become available to others without our consent. It feels a bit like trespassing on our psyche, mind and heart and if this is too difficult for some people to grasp they could simply consider what trespassing in their homes or properties would feel like.

More recently, however, I have journaled and meditated on intentions and questions and have used much more structured practices. For instance, to mention the ones that spring to my mind right now, I have been journaling on questions like:

What would my Soul like me to know today?  / What is not my life purpose and what has been culturally imposed on me? / What else do I need to face before I find my soul purpose? / What does it mean to live with an unruined heart? / Why am I on this earth? / What would it take me to live my purpose? /What’s my current duty? / What does love ask of me to do today? / What’s it all for? /Imagine you’re 90… what do you wish you had spent the last 20, 30, 40 years doing?