I come from a place of violence and so, inside of me, when I see injustice, however small, the words that are born of a desire to set things straight are words that cut like knives. That is my nature. I have learned over the years to curb that nature, to process venom into medicine. It was necessary.
As a result of my background, I am also an empath; I feel things. Acutely. I have spent years putting that gift in a place where it can be useful to me and to others, but every day, most especially at breakfast, when I am refreshed from sleep and fresh from the gentle meditative state that yoga induces, my ability to rein in my sensitivity is put to the test and every day I am forced to re-mind myself not to rail against those who seem to me to be overly self-righteous vegetarians, vegans or whatever.
My usual breakfast is berries, mangoes or peaches, and granola. Fruits and grains. Fruits and grains that are/were every bit as alive as I am. I honor that life in them – and in all food that I eat – precisely because of that life.
For decades it has been known that plant life responds to communication, decades. Plants – every darn one of them – are just as alive – and possibly just as conscious – as any animal. Just because they don’t move doesn’t make them any less vital.
I’ve been – for various health related reasons – macrobiotic, vegan and vegetarian at different points in my life. My diet currently fits into no particular category. Some people would find it quite restrictive, others wouldn’t find it restricted enough. I eat what my body tells me it needs, all of which is or was alive. I respect that and that is the critical part of the diet of any conscious person.
One day we will all live in light… one day when we are all light bodies. But for now, it takes living things with living bodies – of all sorts! – to keep our living bodies alive. Let’s all respect life. Period. Let’s listen to our bodies and eat what they need… other living things… of all sorts. A ‘good’ diet is one that is respectfully consumed.