As I write this, I am awaiting friends at a lovely resto in Toronto. It’s a locavore’s delight. Their slogan: Food is Fuel. Food is Medicine. Yes.
And, while I am being more mindful of what I’m putting into my body (you know: Vita-Mixing kale like it’s my job), this isn’t a post about that.
It’s about what I’m feeding.
I recently ran across a story about a Native American tribal leader describing his own inner struggles. He said, "There are two dogs inside me. One of the dogs is mean and evil. The other dog is good. The mean dog fights the good dog all the time." Someone asked him which dog usually wins, and after a moment's reflection, he answered, "The one I feed the most."
Living a Life That Matters, Harold S. Kushner
Have you ever noticed how much time is spent on the problem? The pain, the worry, the fear? How we feed those with our time, energy and devotion, even as we recognize how it depletes us?
And how we merely tend to our successes and move on quickly to the next problem?
Now, Darlings. Please do NOT get me wrong. I’m not suggesting we ignore the pain, worry, fear, betrayal, disappointment. That would be unrealistic and arguably, irresponsible. After all, what we resist persists.
I’m suggesting we flip this around.
Tend to the pain. But feed the joy. Tend to the fear. But feed the love. Tend to the anger. But feed the freedom. Tend to the worry. But feed the excitement.
Do you feel the energy shift? Do you feel how important that is? Do you see how this changes everything?
Yeah. Me too.
Tend to the pain. But feed the joy. (TWEET THIS) Tend to the fear. But feed the love. (TWEET THIS) Tend to the anger. But feed the freedom. (TWEET THIS) Tend to the worry. But feed the excitement. (TWEET THIS)