Food . . .

If you like this short post, you might also appreciate the more recent one:
Food, Crisis, and the Human Spirit.

Just barely getting back my appetite for Real Food (the Hep C drugs really mess with stomachs and feelings for “comfort” foods).

Learning a lot about Whole and Raw Foods.

Some days I’m completely surprised I still have a living body considering the decades of self-imposed abuse.

I must have a soul holding me up . . .

‘Course, there’s food and there’s Food:

“O God! ….Prepare for us the Food of Love! Give to us the Food of Knowledge! Bestow upon us the Food of Heavenly Illumination!”

The Compilation of Compilations vol. I, p. 429

Moving . . .

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Tomorrow is my day to pack (not too many possessions).

Wednesday, I pay up the first month’s rent.

Thursday, I move from the yellow marker at the bottom of the map to the yellow marker at the top of the map.

A short, easy move for space and time.

Exciting since I’ve been so isolated for nine months and I’ll be hanging out in my new coffee house working on my laptop.

Anxiety-inducing because I’ll be on the Hep C drugs till the end of April and they help make exciting things anxiety-inducing.

Fact is, it could take from two to six months for my body to rid itself of the drugs.

I’ll be taking Whole Food Supplements as my first step toward better health…