The first ingredient of The Joy Diet is Nothing. Fifteen minutes of protected, uninterrupted openness to the Divine. I maintained a daily practice of silence or prayer and yoga while I was pregnant with Baby N. But not since his birth. He's 19 months now so it's been a while.
The Joy Diet is bringing me back to daily practice. The first attempt, on Saturday afternoon was very satisfying. I used some gentle motion to escort my body-mind into the quiet. My mind chattered & skipped but rather than trying to bring it back, I tried to release it. Imperfect and yet satisfying. This first attempt concluded so quickly, I gave myself another five minutes to simply reflect on it all.
Practice, my journal says to me. Practice.
But I didn't practice at all this week and last night marked only my second attempt back into Nothing. This week was marked by mad cravings for distraction. Junk food. Noisy, up-tempo chatting. Episodes from Netflix. Celebrity gossip sites.
When I finally brought myself back to Nothing it was more challenging. I'm uncomfortable. My body is aching & knotted. I'm so tired. Two of my teeth feel cavitied (cavernous?) but I'm afraid of dentists...
I sit on the kitchen floor with my back against the cabinets. I try some gentle yoga. "It's not all effort," an instructional video replays in my head. The refrigerator whirs and I try to release my mind & my breathing into that sound. The chatter rises in my mind. I try another pose and this time listen to the drip, drip, drip, from the bathtub tap.
A message clarifies itself in my mind. I anchor myself to it for the remaining minutes in Nothing. The timer chimes softly. I quickly turn it off and get up.
I email myself the message from Nothing. It's an answer about this week's distraction craze.
Maybe I'll practice again tonight.
The Joy Diet is the book we're currently reading in The Next Chapter, a book blogging group hosted by Jamie Ridler Studios.
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