I’m loving continuing to bring into my awareness where I am holding onto stories that keep me stuck in identification with the mind.
Every day I allow these stories to surface and I’m loving seeing them for what they are and gently letting them go.
A couple of days ago I unexpectedly came across another one. As you know I eat mostly raw food these days but in between eat some smaller pieces of cooked food whenever it’s something I feel moved to eat. Quite simply.
The kids were in the kitchen and we were starting to prepare some food. Pete, my eldest, asked if I wanted to try some of the meatballs they were going to make. My reply was that if it had been lamb, I might have said yes….
I stopped in my tracks and looked at him. It was an amazing moment. The realisation hit me. We both looked at each other. I said – Well, that’s a story if ever I heard one. – And we laughed. Then I answered the question again with: You know, I might just try a bit.
When the table was set, the usual bowls of salad and carrot and pepper sticks took their place amongst the other cooked offerings.
I took about a third of a meatball (they were very big) with a tiny drizzle of tomato sauce and added it to my heaped place of mixed salad. And I ate it. Pete had made a great job as usual.
This story of mine was so funny. If I was going to eat meat, then it was better to be bits of chicken or small amounts of lamb inbetween, but not pork or beef… Pouf! Story gone.
I still eat what I would say was around 90% raw but never forbid myself to eat anything. If I waken up tomorrow and feel moved to eat a week of pasta and cheese sauce, so be it.
Loving busting these myths I carefully wrap up and put in place as if they were gospel.
Where do you hold onto stories and truly believe in them? I’d love you to share.