fasting means different things for different people. for me, my fast is not about deprivation, it is not about sacrifice, it is not about religion. instead it is about a very deliberate and very mindful intention regarding what is going into my mouth and my body. i’m not really concerned with how others define a fast. my fast is about clearing my body and, i hope, my mind. it is a slowing down of sorts – even though the rest of my life carries on in its usual fashion.
i am ultimately curious about the process, the journey. i am drawn to the idea of detoxing my body, ridding it of things stored for which i have no use. i am also quite curious about the possible emotional expansion that can result from such a journey, releasing emotions and thoughts from which i no longer benefit.
this is a challenge i have set for myself. i’m actually quite proud of the discipline i’ve shown so far…not even a lick of a finger when preparing food for my family. of course that wouldn’t be the end of the world. but it is my choice to avoid such things.
a year ago i read a bit about fasting and it didn’t interest me in the least. for some reason though, right now, it interests me. so i continue with this little experiment of mine. because i am so intensely interested to see how it all plays out. i realize this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. i know my children don’t get what i’m doing despite my attempts to explain. and, while my husband is supportive, i know he doesn’t really get it either. and that’s okay. this is for me.
truth be told, i am dying to chew something. i’m so tired of the endless liquid. but my energy level is good and my mood is turning mellow. there is a space and a patience that i am feeling. it grows from my mindfulness these days. true, i might find this space and patience on another path. but this is the path i have chosen for me, right here, right now. and i am making it my own.
sending a little love your way, m