Dear Family of True,
I´m reflecting on my relationship with beetroot this week. Well, yes I am. I´ve suggested to her that I´m ready to listen, not just to gobble her down and say "good for the blood" like a hypnotised chicken. Tonight I even took a photograph of her just as she was rather than insisting that she looked like the ultimate vegetable. And that´s when it dawned on me yet again, yet again, how deep the shallowness of my relationships go.
That is most of the conversations I´ve had with any of the vegetables I´ve eaten have all been one sided, as in my sided, as in "gobble, gobble, gobble, will you satisfy me? Probably not, but sacrifice yourself to me anyway" Not easily digestible realisations these. Yet it did leave me more firmly committed to continue non shopping shopping at the inconvenient store of life.
Perhaps a root vegetable near you has something to say?
love all ways,