februari | 2020 | Reis van ziel naar Leven

For a long time I notice that I am very much rushed before and when / while I am eating. As if I need to catch a train, as if someone is going to take my food away – that kind of rushing. When I am at work in a store, it is a direct related experience towards the fact that in any moment I can be disturbed when someone is coming in or when more are coming, right before or during lunch. However then when I look at this moments and using it in my DIP Pro lessons to forgive and change myself within, I notice that it is not only then. I am overall having the tendency to rush while eating.

So I slowed down during lunch and looked some deeper inside myself while eating. I did make a start with it, let’s see where it may lead:

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to rush before and during lunch / eating, to become very hasty, to not really take time to chew and enjoy my food.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to ‘feel alone’ during eating and to not want to feel this experience and so, I rush through my food as a distraction from emotions inside myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel vulnerable during eating, as if ‘too vulnerable’.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel like I need to take in as much as I can and as fast as I can, to ‘get it over with’ without exactly knowing where this is coming from and without questioning my behaviour into deeper dimensions.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel sad during eating and so I rush through my food, to not experience the sadness.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not want to open up about this subject and so I now give myself permission to open it up, inside myself and for myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to fear a repercusion if I open up this hasty experience inside myself.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not want anyone to see me in this experience and so I rush and behave supervicious.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel sorry for myself in this experience.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to have an idea about loneliness while one is eating alone and so I picture myself as lonely when eating alone.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not be with myself, my body and the food I take in while and during eating a meal but instead, hide in separation in my mind.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not actually want to support myself in this separation within and as my mind, out of an experience of ‘being abandoned’ – so abandoning my beingness – and from here, not willing to really embrace myself and be with myself and my body alone – as in Al(l)-One – where another self-honest step with regards to relationships was needed (which is a subject for another blog) to step forward within myself, out of my mind, into my awareness and so bringing myself, my beingness Here.

I forgive myself that I have not accepted and allowed myself to really taste and feel the structure of the food in my mouth but rush through the food in my mouth.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to deny myself a sufficient food intake in the past when I actually loved to eat.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to for years and years, eat the minimum to stay alive and function within the system and so actually slowly diminish myself as the life within me.

There is one memory from where I was much younger, under 10 years, where I asked my mother for a plate with cooked oatmeal and while eating, I did not like it that much and it was way too many, however I was scared to say so because I asked specifically for this plate, up to the point where I was trying to eat with tears in my eyes and my mom asked me what is going on. I told so, nothing unpleasant happened after telling, nor did I need to finish it, however I felt so miserable and sad in the moments before, with this big full plate in front of me and not knowing how to get it in.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel so sad and lonely with this full plate in front of me and not having appetite to finish it.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not want to say that I cannot finish it because I firstly asked for the plate myself.

Perhaps I asked for it because my father was always eating it as a breakfast and we ate with my mother and brother that saturday evening (I guess my father was at sports as he did on saturdays), I see us sitting, me on the ground at a low table, where on saturdays we ate ‘simple’ like bread and soup and in the frontroom, not at the dining table.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to probably asked for the food because my father always eats it at breakfast and however I did like the taste of a spoon, it appeared that I did not like a full plate.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to blame myself for not having provided that a full plate is way too much to eat and that my motivation to eat it may be of a different kind, to somehow be closer to my father.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to deny the missing of my father within me and trying to ‘solve’ this with eating the food he eats for breakfast.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel sorry for myself, for my clumsy and helpless solutions with regards to emotions within me and so,

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to every time when I eat, experience a loneliness within me, as if I am reliving a memory over and over again, denying emotions within me, up to the point of denying myself a sufficient amount of food in the past and now up to the point of rushing myself through my meals that I am actually grateful for to have.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to not be able to live and express my gratefulness, my gratefulness towards the life that I live – in a world that is upside down but located in a position that not many do have in this world.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel sad, to ‘be unable’ to live and express the care that I deeply feel within myself, the care for life and my awareness of the state of the world and us all in it and from here,

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to feel sad for and when not being recognized for the deep care I carry within me, although I may express myself roughly or unclear or only halfway or not at all – the care is here, I am here.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think and believe – as is visible in my own words – that I ‘be unable’ to live and express myself which is actually not true, I may feel / experience myself as unable but certainly not be unable to do so.

I forgive myself that I have accepted and allowed myself to think and believe that when someone walks away, that ‘I don’t care‘ but I do care! I care and if and when someone walks away it does not mean that I don’t care.

I commit myself to embrace myself and to recognize myself for the care that I carry within me, although I may not yet express myself in alignment in all aspects in and as life, however I do know what I stand for and who I am within and so I commit myself to practise and expand in my self-expression in small moments in alignment with the care existing within and as me, to birth myself into life in and as the physical.

When and as I see / experience myself rushing through my food, I stop and breathe for a moment. I realize that there is no need to rush and if there is a physical need to rush, to see what I can practically do to eat slower and when there is no physical hurry-situation going on, I realize that there should be an experience within myself that I separate myself from or even just from a habit developed over time and so from here, I commit myself to slow down, to look inside myself and define and embrace myself in an experience that I exist within, to apply a self-forgiveness on it, to breathe out, let go and start or continue eating.

I commit myself to see what supportive living word is coming up within me after the application of self-forgiveness that I can embody during eating, in and as (cr)eating-process.