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A Year of Magical Eating

A Year of Magical Eating

Magical Eating

April 30, 2018
beans at the market

 

“Eat food, not too much, mostly plants.” ~ Michael Pollan

Just about a year ago, I wrote a post about eating magically. Magic was and is at the heart of everything I do – why on earth wasn’t I also using that as a basis for how I was eating? Despite eating pretty well, I was experiencing a then 9-month long case of hives, and was at the end of my itchy rope. So I took my own advice, spending the past year paying very close attention to the Magic of what I ate and drank.

When I talk about eating Magically it sounds like I spend my days whipping up stardust and moonbeam smoothies while telling you the virtues of living my high-raw and therefore high-vibe life.

I don’t and I won’t do that. (And I’m not raw vegan. In fact, I am unclassifiable.)

I do admit that in the past I have been tempted by the wonder. I have seen articles about the glorious effects of drinking collagen and then gone to Amazon to see how much those little pots of goodness (it turns out they are made of whizzed up cows) were and then laughed at myself and wondered about the state of the world. I have stood in a bookstore and fondled the pages of a cookbook full of recipes for powders and sauces that all appear to have mystical powers, if you have the time and the life energy and the money to spend on all of that.

But when I stop myself and let myself breathe for a few moments (my rule: step away and think about it if it promises a miracle), I can see that not only does the Emperor have no clothes on, but that he/she is ageing and worried about her body just like I am.

For more than 30 years of my life, I struggled with food. I was home from school with ‘tummy aches’ a lot, and as I got older I felt just a little bit sick a lot of the time. I went to the doctor so often with lots of things. Luckily I lived in a country where I could do that. When, totally frustrated, I finally went to another doctor (after a brutal internal scope to check for ulcers) and said, “something’s still not right!”, and he said, “we’ll do a blood test to just rule out Celiac Disease,” my life changed.

Within months of not eating gluten, as my gut healed, I began to be able to eat fruit again. Despite years – years – of scarfing down vitamins, it was when I began to eat differently that I began to feel better.

But it was shopping for food that really shifted things.

When you are allergic to gluten, you have to read every single food label. Every one. And when you start to read what is going into your body, you begin to wonder what the heck all of that tetrahydrowhatisthatizine is doing in your food.

So slowly we began making small changes. When we could afford it, we’d choose organic fruits and vegetables. When something had too many ingredients to pronounce, we put it back on the shelf. We chose to make a few more things from scratch. We stopped eating things with ingredients that we knew were poison (MSG and high-fructose corn syrup were the first to go), and began to choose differently whenever we could.

None of this was complicated or expensive or unusual. It was simply a matter of choosing things that either were – or had the closest passing resemblance to – real food.

And with each choice, the next one seemed a little bit easier. We weren’t perfect, in fact as big food lovers we had lots of ridiculous conversations in the condiments aisle, and lots of nights of just buying whatever we wanted. But as the years went by, we began having less of that and more conscious choices.

And that was when we began to talk about changing our lives.

I don’t think that it was a coincidence that when we were eating more real food and less fake food we began to feel better.  I don’t think that it is a coincidence that as we healed our bodies, our thoughts went to wanting more. The more actual food we ate, the more we wanted to do more, see more, and create more.

Then I added Magic to the mix. And you know, the overwhelming feeling I had right from the beginning was relief and expansion.

Eating Magically is not about potions or powders or fads or capital W ‘wellness’. In my opinion that is simply another way to give our power and our connection to our Source away. It’s not about what to eat or what not to eat. It’s about coming at eating from an entirely new perspective.

Remember that in my definition, Magic is: the moments of connection between me and the Mystery/ Source/ the Divine. So then Eating Magically is about seeing the Divine, allowing the Wonder, and opening to the Universe in every bite. It’s about allowing food to remind us of who we are – instead of all of the the ways that we are not.

We were built to eat. We were built to need food. Isn’t it possible that the infinite wisdom that created us also created the nourishment we need in the forms we need it? And what if magical food does not have to be only for the people who can afford little pots of it, because all food is magical?

What if the food we eat is the foundation for every other interaction we have with the world?

What then?

with so much love,

meghan

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Year of Magical Eating

A Year of Magical Eating ~ The Rules

June 7, 2017
coffee shop uvita

First we eat, then we do everything else. ~ M.F.K. Fisher

No matter what else I have to do, I keep coming back to thinking about A Year of Magical Eating. It feels so True for me; so straight-from-Source that I want to do it right now.

So despite saying that I wasn’t going to follow any rules, I think I need to set myself some rules, and if this is an experiment, I’d also like to create myself a working hypothesis so that you and I and we and the Universe all know what all of this is about.

The Rules:

  1. This is not and will not become about food porn. It is so easy to get sucked in to what other people are showing on their beautifully styled counters, but that is not what this is. This is about me finding the Magic in food, and so that needs to be deeper than ogling and liking and fondling and curating.
  2. No diets or programs or isms of any kind. Even if the spirit of Julia Child herself comes and presents me with the latest and greatest and best diet in the history of the planet; even if they suddenly decide that The Chocolate-Dipped Mesolithic Diet is the way to go, I’m out. For a year. NO. PLANS.
  3. I will stay gluten free because a doctor told me to.
  4. Magic is the word I use for the moment of connection between me and the Mystery/ Source/ the Divine/ choose the word that makes you happy, so this is all about me playing with connecting to the energy and the life force and the relationship and the biology-driven purpose behind eating, and what that means to me.
  5. Science is the prerequisite for this course. As Magic is the focus, for balance I will also be looking at some Science. (And I will not comment on this stage about how close those two things really are, but I will warn you of author bias in this area.)
  6. I am open to the magic of where this takes me. 

And once again, the beginning, the basic premise and the working hypothesis for this year is:

“…realise that you are eating consciousness in a fruit costume.” ~ Dr. Barbara De Angelis.

ox

A Year of Magical Eating

A Year of Magical Eating

June 5, 2017
tinamastes feria market meghan genge

 

I should have felt like a million bucks. The eating program that I have been so faithfully following told me that I would begin to feel ‘amazing.’ And a week or two ago, I did.

But I have spent the last week in bed with one unrelated symptom after another, until, kidneys aching and mind confused, I sent my husband out for drugs.

Once they kicked in and my thoughts started to make sense again, I realised that I needed to take my own advice: I needed to plug in and tune in and figure out what the heck was going on.

I needed to start thinking magically.

So I asked for help, a sign, an idea, the answers – and what I got was an intervention.

Before I tell you about that, I need to give you some backstory: I have had a case of hives off and on – mostly on – for over a year now. Most nights I get hot and annoyed and up come some hives. Despite already being off gluten (I have Celiac Disease), and eating really well, we couldn’t figure out if it was food related, so I decided to do an elimination diet. In the next 24 hours, three people I knew on FB talked about a popular elimination diet, so I thought I would give it a try. Luckily, as he is the chef in the family, my darling husband said he would do it with me.

I lost weight, I stopped bloating, I felt clearer, stronger, and way more connected. I still had hives and eczema, but everything else was feeling good. The only issue for me was that I was eating bucketloads (not really) of chicken. And a) the chicken here is definitely not organic and b) I had been almost vegetarian before this and ethically I really would like to be, so this was a tricky one.

So back to my intervention:

As I was showering and asking for this help, my husband was meditating in the next room. When I came out he said, “I can’t explain it, but I just had a very clear thought that you need to stop eating that chicken for awhile.” It felt really true for me, so I agreed. (Even if you take away the ethics of how they are raised, the sheer level of junk that is pumped into those poor birds cannot be a good (sometimes twice daily on that program) choice for me as I try to figure out my own health.)

Then I opened my Kindle app to find the book Soul Shifts open to this quote that I used in my one-day retreat: “…realise that you are eating consciousness in a fruit costume.”

Read that again: …you are eating consciousness in a fruit costume. That sentence gives me goosebumps and asks me to open in ways that I can’t even imagine. If I still had a vision board, it would be right in the middle of it.

Then I thought about Martha Beck saying, “The way we do anything is the way we do everything.”

The way we do anything is the way we do everything.

I realised that despite me believing that we are all divine and that we are all connected, despite talking about how everything – even food –  is magic, and despite me being called to see the light and the soul in everything, I had given my power away.

Food – and more specifically, what I eat – is still a place where I ignore the magic, I ignore the truth, I let myself be led by fads and cravings and doctors and Instagram posts.

Food is the part of my life that speaks to me the loudest when I am not in alignment with my best self, so of course it is the part that is easiest to ignore. 

And that is not what I want.

I choose to believe in Magic. I choose to see what happens when I allow everything to be Magical. And I choose to open to what I eat being consciousness in a fruit costume.

So for a year – because I need a deadline – I am going to try an experiment: I am going to treat food as the magical teacher that it is. I’m going to let myself trust it, and learn about my relationship to it. I’m going to listen to it, understand it, play with it, talk to it, and maybe even go all quantum physics on it. And I’m not going to BE anything – no pescatarian/ vegetarian/ vegan/ carnivore/ fruitarian/ only-eating-things-that-fell-off-a-tree-arian for me. I’m opening to understand – really understand – the Magic. And we’ll see where that goes.

Food is magic at its purest. So I know it is going to be my greatest teacher.

xo