Thoughts on the non-foodie things that nourish us

In most ancient traditions from all over the world some sort of a de-tox over the spring equinox is expected and in my own culture abstinence (traditionally giving up eggs, fat and milk) in the 40 days that run up to Good Friday used to be the norm.  So, partly out of respect for all these traditions, and partly because I needed it, just over forty days ago I gave up wheat, sugar, dairy and coffee for Lent. At the time it seemed a very tall order and I really wondered whether I could survive the challenge.  I have known for some time that wheat is really not my friend, but allowed myself to be woefully tempted over Christmas and it was actually the resulting and pervading sense of systemic grottiness that prompted my Lenten abstention.

We all know how important Love is to each of us, that’s a given, but it’s very importance makes it a difficult subject to approach.  It’s hard to write about without sounding either schmaltzy or pompous, or, terrifyingly (like some sort of superannuated Hallmark card sharp) both at the same time.

Who would have thought that an old dog could teach you new tricks? Every day with my silly old Labrador is a bit of an adventure – I teach her stuff and she teaches me stuff as well. But while I merely train her to sit and stay and all that, she teaches me some things that are important.  And that’s why, even though she’s daft as a brush, I love her so much.

This year I am resolving to give myself a break. I am not going to deny myself food or set myself up for failure (who am I kidding? two hours in the gym ??).  I am just going to try to be less judgmental.

If anyone had suggested 5 years  ago that I would be meditating today, I would have laughed in their face, and, if I was honest, been a bit offended