Feeding Ourselves in the New Millennium

I think about food, a lot: what I’ll eat, when I’ll eat it, how I’ll cook it, where I’ll go to get it. It’s a conversation that is ever present and always available to light me up. I grew up in a family system that orbited around the three mealtimes of morning breakfast, 12 noon lunch and 4:30 pm supper (because my dad’s day shift ended at 4 and it took him 30 minutes to get home), and in an extended family where gatherings were focused around the potluck or barbecue. Food meant fun, celebration, comfort, always available and there when you wanted it.

As an awakening and wizening adult, I’m looking at my interaction with food very differently. The assumption of unlimited abundance and goodness is gone. Environmentally, we are losing ground literally and figuratively as farmland is plowed under for housing developments and remaining soils are leached of nutrients and natural controls for pollution and pests in favour of quick profits via mass production and non-native species. Economically, grocery corporations have never been richer while a growing number of two-salary families struggle to feed themselves. And personally, I have a growing awareness of how much I learned of nourishing myself in childhood was imparted to me for the benefit of others: scheduled meal times to support school and work structures, a diet rich in dairy and wheat and other highly politicized products that today have created a whole host of digestive issues, science that championed processed foods and supplements while dismissing traditional practices, and a one size fits all approach to diet, body type, and ‘healthy weight.’ Heaven forbid, some days I skip a meal because I’m – gasp – not hungry. Other days, I honour my inner hobbit and eat seven (meals, not hobbits) … you know, breakfast, second breakfast, elevensies, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper. My body quite simply doesn’t function the same every day, or the same as yours. Same organs, yes, and maybe even same blood type … but the energy I carry, where I carry it, and how it is digested is unique to each of us.

That is a terrific awareness and a tremendous opportunity, it if wasn’t so damn terrifying. Because the greatest thing we have been fed, and that we have hungrily consumed generation after generation, is, quite frankly, the NEED to be fed, to be guided and instructed and handled by those who know better than us about how our miraculous and individualized bodies work.

Let’s be clear. We DO NOT NEED to be fed.

We NEED TO FEED OURSELVES.

Nourishment for a healthy life goes way beyond proteins and vitamins and dietary fibre. The food we choose to consume is part of nourishment that keeps our body healthy and we as divine godforce engaged with our human experience here on Earth. Our body also needs nourishment of other sources. We need information that challenges, invites, and creates opportunities for exploration and respectful discussion of who we are as individuals and communities, and who we are becoming.  We need conversations and communities that support our exploration and our evolution, not for monetary or political gain but for literal reclamation of who we are and what we are capable of creating when not reproducing patterns and cycles for the benefit of others who would prefer us unchanged, unmoving, unquestioning. We need to reclaim our self-sufficiency and our resourcefulness to grow or find our own sustainable food sources, trustworthy information sources, healing powers, and nourishing communities.

We need to wake up, and I get it, looking around at the violence and natural disasters and shortages and expenses it’s akin to awaking into a nightmare whereas to stay in our own little bubbles, under our own early beliefs, we can pretend the problems are the responsibilities of others, that we have nothing to add or no way to help, that it’s better if we just keep keeping on and stay out of the way while others figure things out.

I’ve done that. There are areas in my life where I still do that, where it feels like I can’t fix the world so why try,  that all is okay in my little cottage so isn’t that good enough? It is good enough, until the world continues to move on and my voice isn’t counted. Curling into a ball, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep, gives an illusion of safety only until the earth disappears from in under you or you rise one morning with no food on your shelf and nowhere to buy any. Awakening meant taking ownership of my life, creating my life choice by choice, knowing clearly who I am and what I want, saying YES to those people and possibilities that speak to my higher evolution and a resounding NO to those using my fears, my doubts, my training and my history as launchpads for their marketing schemes and profit margins.

We were born with everything we needed internally to create a full and expansive life. Now more than ever, with the chaos outside us, a clear and grounded internal landscape provides the power of awareness, intuition, and change that one by one, community by community, will create lives abundant and sustainable.

How? Who knows? I’m still awakening to my own cues, my own inherent knowledge. That’s where it starts, each of us choosing to wake up and own all of who we are and what we create, not just the slivers that are socially acceptable or easy to offer up.  Artists and social trailblazers have been engaging in this evolution for generations and it is no coincidence that ‘starving artist’ continues to be a reality for many. Today, it’s not only for those seeking to create a great painting or unforgettable song. It’s about each of us standing up and demanding to feed ourselves, owning everything in our awareness and our lives, blaming no one, choosing mindfully, creating always.

Feel impossible? Hopeless?
Breathe and bring your awareness inside you, to the base of your spine.|
It’s akin to putting your hands in cool, rich soil … so many possibilities, waiting for seeds. Intention to words, words to choice, choice to action.

The unique and comprehensive WEL-Systems® body of knowledge offers a powerful new context for personal evolution and change, including articles and audio clips available free of charge to pique your curiosity and invite your exploration of self.

Decloaking and Living Authentically is a conversation that will take you into the much deeper dive of who you are, as the thinker behind it all.
Listen to a free sample here.

As a CODE Model Coach™ I welcome your comments, inquiries and conversations: contact me for an introductory chat

Thanks for reading,

Jennifer

Jennifer Hatt is an author, communications consultant, publishing doula and CODE Model Coach™ .
ownyourstorynow.com

 

 

Tap Dancing in the Minefield of the Heart

It’s a conversation that’s been a long time coming.  On the outside things look fine; on the inside something is missing, feels off, irritates or just plain hurts. For years, explaining things away, rationalizing that things are great, good enough, okay, as much as we deserve since others have it a lot worse. Until either the body gives out or refuses to carry the lies any more. We have been taught to tell the truth, that the truth will set you free. We have also been taught that the truth can topple carefully-constructed lives and cause pain and chaos, that some truths are better kept as secrets. How others feel, keeping their secrets and lies, is more important than our own health and well-being.  That betrayal of self is okay, celebrated, even, in the preservation of a system, institution, or life crafted to maintain or control rather than evolve and grow.

Well, in plain language, time to call bullshit on all of that.

Be yourself and tell the truth. How simple and rich an existence would we each have, how powerful and awesome the lives we would create,  adhering to that clear and natural law of engagement.  Never has this been more obvious and more unsettling. Knowing clearly who we are, owning clearly our truth, enables us to weather storms of confusion and create our path to the life we want for us and for the people we love. It begins with honouring our own knowledge and instincts, listening and learning when something feels off or catches our attention. It begins with choosing different for yourself, choosing authenticity every time, even when it hurts.

It means examining what we consider healthy relationships, and owning how we may sell ourselves – and by extension those we care about – short, claiming to be honest when we are hiding secrets and spinning stories to ‘keep the peace’ or to remain okay with ‘good enough.’

It means having that conversation that’s been a long time coming.

Many people will refuse to believe in their own power to transform the world because their own created world is ‘okay the way it is.’ Everything is a choice, and I get this one. I lived this way for years, until it was time that I couldn’t any more. Years after I awakened to new possibilities, I fought like hell to keep everything balanced and smooth, the world I had created based on what I learned as a child and young adult, and the new emerging world that I knew in my cells was my present and future. The thing is, the two worlds were in direct opposition. What I created I based on what I knew, my history, my need to be productive according to the standards of others and protected from the outside, a protection that manifested as isolation and that really never works. My emerging world is based on who I am, the divine signal here on Earth with a purpose, emerging choice by choice and moment by moment, safety  and referencing internal, being and living my authentic self and giving space for that to change as I learn more and choose differently, a constant flow of energy within and without, creating rather than replicating, evolving rather than protecting. Running both scenarios is akin to driving while stomping the gas and the brake at the same time. It’s a choice that seems safe in the moment, but will kill you over time, and it very nearly did, a couple of times. If disease or body wear doesn’t get you, the suppressed rage does.

The more I awaken the more I know that an inauthentic life will kill me, that spinning stories based on beliefs of others that hold little meaning or sense for me will only keep me churning in circles and detached from my life, and from those in it. Keeping secrets and telling lies, especially to myself, keeps no peace – it creates a barrier to a deeper more fulfilling relationship, creates an illusion that can never grow or be enjoyed. When is the last time an illusion hugged you warmly, wrapping you in scent and heartbeats and the soft warmness of someone you love? Those choosing illusion may not know what they choose, or that there is another way, but the body knows when the warmth it feels is authentic and when it is a story spun by a mind too invested in control to allow the truth.

Then there is the R word: risk. Better to have an illusion than nothing at all. Better to have ‘okay’ than zero. How long, though, can an awakening evolving infinite spirit survive on ‘okay’? When you love someone, feel the depth of connection, know there is so much more to experience and create and live, how long can ‘okay’ sustain the excitement, the promise, the joy?

Exactly. Which is why I chose to have a conversation, the toughest I have had to date, to look into those trusting blue eyes and speak my truth, which was to own that I was  being lied to because he was lying to himself, and that was no longer okay with me. I know his stories, I know they lie in wait as his source of protection against a world that has demonstrated over and over his heart and feelings are not safe unless he hides and controls the arena where they are revealed in tiny glimpses. For years I skirted the mines as my way of loving him, protecting him, conveniently protecting my stories and strategies as well. Getting close but not too close. Controlling access through clever wordplay. But skirting the mines gradually reduced my playing field to a space too small, no room for words or imagination or hope. I was lying to myself and my world of expansion was in limbo. I had to stand up for me, stop playing the victim in my own story and the peacemaker in his. It hurt. It was frustrating to feel him in the moment choosing strategy over truth. It felt, well, shitty, which makes sense. I was calling bullshit on stories that have run for decades, his and mine. Of course there is pushback, denial, defence. From both of us.

There is also promise and space that didn’t exist before. When the stench of manure drifted away, we were still standing, still talking, his eyes still held mine and were still that gorgeous shade of blue which told me I was seeing him – not his stories or that arrogant veneer of a soldier that runs the minefield – but his authentic self. A separate and equally powerful godforce that deserves space and time to own and make his choices, the space and time granted to me over the years by my awesome tribe of enlightened women who ensure I don’t have to navigate my minefield alone. It is time for me to be that presence for another, without expectation or demand. A few of my mines have just disappeared.

Conversations are like potato chips – you can’t have just one.  Reclamation is in layers, evolution is ongoing. My conversation was like removing the topsoil from the minefield.  We see the stories now. We can avoid them. We can take agonizing painstaking hours to diffuse them. Or we can simply choose in the moment to let go of the story and the mine disappears. Choice by choice. Conversation by conversation. Each authentic to self, creating something authentic and awesome when combined. That’s the life that creates, that we were born to lead. In my world, anyway.

The unique and comprehensive WEL-Systems® body of knowledge offers a powerful new context for personal evolution and change, including articles and audio clips available free of charge to pique your curiosity and invite your exploration of self.

Decloaking and Living Authentically is a conversation that will take you into the much deeper dive of who you are, as the thinker behind it all.
Listen to a free sample here.

As a CODE Model Coach™ I welcome your comments, inquiries and conversations: contact me for an introductory chat

Thanks for reading,

Jennifer

Jennifer Hatt is an author, communications consultant, story doula and CODE Model Coach™ .
ownyourstorynow.com