There is a lot for me to say here, and tell the truth, I've been gone long enough that navigating this site has changed. Seems to look OK on the viewer end, but things are a wee bit different on this end. So, apologies for taking so long between posts. |
A little while back, I was really thinking about how some of the best miracles come from tragedy. Obvious things, like how losing my home ultimately led to moving here so Terry could learn to be happy. Something else obvious: poor consolation for someone in the midst of tragedy. I cannot imagine comforting someone, "There's a blessing here, some day you will be glad this happened." | Yet...tactless as that sounds, there is a blessing happening. In the meantime, life sucks. Here I quote a very intelligent woman by way of another intelligent woman. ;)L | Gardening, eating well and giving away photographs is my humble definition of living the dream. Yet, I have not been celebrating the dream because my body treats most of the food I eat as poison. I am not living the dream because eating poison is diametrically opposed to the dream, see part two. I have slowed down considerably on getting anything done because I have been sick, sure. But what has had me at more of a standstill was focusing entirely on which part of the dream wasn't happening. |
Enter Gluttony.
Food as Sin.
Sort of.
Food as Sin.
Sort of.
I have only just recognized that there is a sin beyond Pride. Give me a couple of days, and I may still tie Gluttony in as an off shoot of Pride, but where I am today is being guilty of eating without celebration. I have allowed myself to be shackled by compulsion. I am not living the dream because I have chosen not to live it. Sometimes life sucks and we need to shout it as loud as we can. I don't quite see the blessing here, but I now acknowledge the curse.