A fast separates the self from normal daily living. The rhythm is broken. No buying food. No preparing food. No eating food. No digesting food. No eliminating food. I feel isolated. We spend our entire lives eating. Stopping that puts a different slant on just about everything.
It's a new world that is void of food. Emotions roll and boil. I can feel my heart beat easier. I can feel me better. There is no food but plenty of reflection.
I hear some distant spiritual bells, they sound familiar, but seemingly from a past life. I feel monk-like. My physical being is slowly changing. I feel my lower intestines empty. Although I still made a trip to the outhouse. I'll get a colonic in a day or two. My stomach is definitely empty. I'd like to empty my mind too, get rid of the constant chatter and wandering, but that continues. It stills somewhat when I do my breathing work. I have a Pavlov's dog experiment underway. When I sit down to do my breathing I ring a small brass bell. I alert my brain and body that it is time to shift gears. Breathing will now be controlled. Breathing will now become the centre of awareness. Breath will begin its healing power.
I feel stronger. I'm not always happy, who is? I move around quite effortlessly in the house, joyous walking is no longer a forgotten woe. My senses seems to be more acute. My skin is smoother, tighter around the eyes. I'm more at ease. I can lie on my back and relax. That seems like such a normal thing to be able to do, but a few weeks ago that relax-on-the-beach-feeling was not available to me. My body is enjoying its new state of being. I am too.
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