Saturday, April 21, 2012
B pineapple, oranges, kiwi, spinach--yum
L Romaine, tomatoes, cuke, celery, jalepeno
D carrots, pears, pineapple
My big cat, Opie, the fruititarian, now comes running to the kitchen and waits politely when he hears me making my morning fruit juice. Of course I share!
I learn things from my cats. For example, this morning I was writing and thinking about the reasons we do what we do. Am I doing what Iím doing because it makes me happy or for some other reason? Like because itís a habit, or everyone around me is doing it, or Iím honoring some obligation to something or someone long past. Am I doing all these things to get to a place that I think I will be happy in? Why not take a short cut and be happy now?
Iím thinking about the never-ending lists I make in my head, or on paper, or on my trusty computer. If I do the things on those lists, will I be any happier that I am right now? If I look at my history, the answer is no. Maybe for me itís a mechanism to avoid being spontaneous and living in the moment. This came up because as I was writing and getting close to some emotional issues, I started thinking about lists and things I needed to do. Facing issues can be pretty threatening! Fear of the unknown and all that. Then I take a look at my cats. They can be running through the house chasing each other and all of a sudden one will stop and start licking itself. ĎOh, i just needed to stop and lick myself right now.í What, no list? Itís called living in the present moment. Donít get me wrong here. Thereís nothing wrong with making lists. I like being organized and listing helps me to do that. But sometimes I think I run to cerebral stuff like that to avoid being in the moment. Just my thoughts on a cold, windy, rainy morning.
One last thing and then Iím calling it a day. I have noticed over the last three days or so that I want to eat. Not a big thing, but there was this recalcitrant carrot piece rolling around on my chopping block as I was slicing and dicing, and I just wanted to pop it into my mouth and chomp. I was also tempted by kiwi as I was scooping it out, and today it was the very bottom of a bunch of celery that contains the white heart. Do you remember when celery had a good-sized heart? I wonder what became of celery hearts. That used to be a treat for us kids when we were little.
Be well, my friends, and thanks for stopping by to read my blog.