A Positively Poetic Priest

I love food.  The tastes, the smells, the experience of eating.  I even like gardening and the creation of food. The cooking and baking processes of making individual items into marvelous meals.  My digestive system has a much more complicated relationship with food. There are many things my digestive system overreacts to or feels the need to attack.  Over the years of trying to figure out what my digestive system will tolerate I've had to change my focus on eating for wellness  and learn to create the things I like with the ingredients my body also likes. Its not an immediate change in mindset. It takes time and energy and reminders. Because eating is such a communal experience, it has also taken community adjustment. Finding family and friends who will support my journey and focus on wellness.  I have found that my focus on wellness has been a little bit contagious.  As others have supported me in focusing on digestive wellness, others have been insp...

"There was an immediacy of communion at St. Gregory's, unmediated by altar rails, the raw physicality of that mystical meal. There was an invitation to jump in rather than official entrance requirements. There was the suggestion that God could be located in experience, sensed through bodies, tasted in food; that my body was connected literally and mysteriously to other bodies and loved without reason." (64) How do you experience God in your life?

By this point... I'm starting to get hungry. I imagine Sara Miles is a pretty good cook.  "As with everything else I'd learned - as with the religion I would come to practice - I absorbed cooking through my body." (page 32) Our bodies are a very integral part of who we are as human beings. What can we learn from our own bodies? What haven't we learned because we don't want to listen to our own bodies?

A poem for Holy Week the lover cries the divine spark glows consuming and empowering identifying, locating, mystifying the concepts are never reached the symbols are encircling being outward and visible despite the lack of color defining love and hunger beyond the deceptive intelligence our senses let us know when what is myst is found