Since this blog is currently all about food, I thought I'd share with you the best recipe to season a broken heart, or grief such as I am experiencing now:
Take a broken heart, gently massage the break open with love, until it breaks open completely. Take the shell out. Add the light of Source, and take out any yucky patterns. Add a cup of compassion, a pinch of humor and be ready to love even more!
Note: I tried the other "Broken Heart" recipe several times before in my life:
Take a broken heart, let it simmer for a few months until it hardens. Coat it with oblivion and denial. Add in a recurrent tape of "I'm over that already." Drizzle with a simmering sauce of "They're a jerk."
Recommended as a spread it on bread, a sauce for pasta, or any other dish that deadens the senses.
and it just doesn't taste as good, but it is very addictive and has become the most popular recipe. So I really recommend that you don't even go near it, and stick to the first recipe.
After the devastating news of Saturday evening, I am starting to feel alive again, thanks to my good friend Paula's help with Source and meditation I did in the car ride down. I checked in my blog what happened on the day he was murdered, because I had a sneaky suspicion I knew when it was: the day I experienced a wrenching stabbing pain in my heart for no reason I could understand... and yes, it was that day. We are all much more connected than we think we are.
My friend and I made it safely down to New Jersey, with very little sleep. I had just enough time to drive a couple of hours to retrieve my passport and a change of clothes, make juices for the road, take a quick nap, and off we went at 4:30 am, relaying each other to drive so the other could nap. We made it in just under 12 hours, and just in time for him to be whisked away to his wilderness course. Then one of my best friend came to pick me up at the drop off point, and I am at her house now. There is nothing like best friends to feel nurtured and loved. I hadn't seen her in person in a few years, although we talk on the phone, and she remarked that it was like no time has past. For me, that's the hallmark of a true friendship. You pick up where you're at, naturally, with ease, and with no awkwardness. It just feels like we haven't seen each other in a few months instead of a few years. I feel very grateful to be here.
She is very curious and excited about my cleanse, and is looking forward to learning about making green smoothies. Thank God she has a Juiceman juicer, because I couldn't bring anything with me, just my straining bag. By the way, I put all the pulp from the juicer in my straining bag, and produced just as much juice from the "leftover" pulp I had been ready to discard. So a cheap juicer is really not the way to go, since it is going to end up costing you so much more in produce.
I've had a few rough patches with staying on the cleanse this weekend, but I'm on it. Akua Hinds, who is a good friend and one of the coaches of Juice Feasting, recommended I do straight celery juice any time I have one of these small stray away episode. I told her my method which is to down bentonite clay/psyllium husk pills chased down an hour later by formula #1 bowel mover pills, chased by #2 pills again another hour later. And of course, lots of transformation with Source to get to the root of the stray away episode. She reminded me very kindly that it is a process, a journey. We have to have compassion for ourselves and celebrate our victories.
I had a cocktail today of celery, cucumber, tomato, fennel, cabbage which tasted very close to a V8 juice. It was great. The first one I did this morning with whatever was in the fridge (cabbage, celery, parsley was so disgusting I had to add a couple of green apples, a lemon and a carrot to make it drinkable). I also had a glass of grapefruit juice, which was a real treat. I'm the guest who takes over the kitchen: I've lined up my little shakers of superfoods, medicinal teas, coconut butter, straining bag, and made some superfood superballs today as well.
Much love!
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