I have emerged unscathed from a relative's abundant feast. I had only one helping, and ignored the bread (my favorite part), and refused cake. And it felt fine. The conversation and warmth far outweighed (get it?) the temptation to overeat. It was raining and cold, and it felt great to be inside a warm room laughing and catching up. Now I can go back to my salad grazing and continue my discovery of a lesser me.
Less is more, and all that. Less talking means more listening, less thinking means more intuition, less judgment means more generosity of spirit, less expectation means more awareness of the here and now.
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