Feeding The Soul
How many of you are surrounded by “things”? Your space choked by the latest technology, the latest appliances, toys….. surrounding you, reaching out, trying to entice you to spend your days wandering around without specific purpose.
I know myself, as I sit with my morning coffee, catching up on the latest news feed, fb pictures, important posts, I look up and at least two hours has vanished and my coffee is cold.
It’s November: Adoption Awareness Month, with all the awareness that this brings. The gift that keeps on giving but never fills the empty spaces, the hunger and longing, the starving for connection and love.
It’s November: Stores already have their Christmas displays out. The latest toys flashing on the tv screens winning over children with the “I wants”. The people already rushing about, pushing, shoving hoping to fill the hole where the hunger causes growling and rumbling pains.
It’s November: The month that I receive with love and eagerness my first GrandOne. I remember well, when I first looked into my daughters eyes at birth and saw for the first time a genetic connection, a love so profound I still have no words. For the first time in my life, I felt full.
Each of these November events bring different types of hunger, values, desires. Our insistent soul demands these agendas: transcendence, transformation, connection.
What I find interesting is that If, and only If….we find ourselves living in a mythological system where the energy of the images of our tribe, our family or culture in fact changes us, lifts us, connects us, then something abstract, contrived, and trivial like money loses its charm.
We are not hungry…..
But….while money is necessary, money for the sake of money, things for the sake of things, while seemingly so urgently relevant, leaves me wondering if it’s because millions of us are not able to experience effective spiritual lives.
The literal translation of the word soul is a Greek word psyche.
It’s a word, a metaphor to describe what we consider to be our essence. It is the energy that blows through us, that enters us at birth, animates our journey and then departs, at our passing.
When life is lived in accord with psyche’s intent, we experience inner harmony, supportive energy, connection and our lives become meaningful.
If the external things in fact fed our soul, we would not be so hungry all the time. If they linked us to other realms, connected us in compelling ways to our tribe we would not have hunger pains.
We are affluent, yet starving….
A few years ago, before I became so ill, I spent time with the Hill Tribes in Northern Lao. People who lived as it was, centuries ago. Straw Houses on stilts, coffins built when a babe was born because life span was 35yrs. The children had no toys, no clothes, no healthcare. Babies were having babies, Food was what you had around you.
And yet, I have never met such full, connected, loving beings in all my travels. Lao, being a Buddhist Country was built on a foundation of inner, soul, heartfelt spirituality.
To us, it appeared they had nothing. In reality, they had everything.
Soul, Hunger, Loss, Love, Belonging, Tribe, Adoption, Pain
I think of these things a great deal. As an adoptee I have a broken place in my heart that leaves me with hunger pains beyond description.
My saving grace is that I am filled with spirit, my soul is full, my heart open.
A good time to review what’s really important in our daily diet. A time to reflect on what makes you hungry and what feeds your soul.