Sacred Hunger Is Born

A Love Letter

I love to eat. Being a compulsive eater is what I know best in all of the world. I've spent more than forty years battling my hunger. Most of the time, the hunger won. A hot fudge brownie sundae sounded like the best idea to any of life's problems. Until it didn't work anymore.

I love recovery. Long after the food stopped working as a solution in my life, I was introduced to a program of recovery. I found and tasted freedom from food obsession. But more than that, I found a way back to my self through listening to stories of others and telling my own. Acceptance and compassion began to melt my hurt and open my heart.

I love to read. As I listened to my heart, I found my way to the writing of Geneen Roth who said it was entirely possible to learn to eat when hungry, stop when full and understand that when I ate compulsively, I was drowning in a river of longing without any idea of how to express it. I sat on my deck one day in July and knew that I could not go back to weighing and measuring and controlling my food. And then I binged on cake for a month. But in the process, I couldn't get it out of my mind that there was something inside me waiting to be voiced.

I love to talk. Sometimes just to hear the sound of my own voice. But mostly to hear Spirit speak through you and through me and lead us to the path of our own greatness. Kicking and screaming the whole way, of course.

I love to create. I have been participating in an on-line support forum for learning to eat like a normal person. I was dissatisfied with how the participation in the forum was shaping up. I was getting hungry. Hungry for something of my own. Unwaveringly, unreservedly, unabashedly hungry. I started to tell my friends. They smiled and reminded me that.....

I love to write. For as long as I can remember, I've been telling myself and listening to y'all telling me that I should write a book. Since most days I don't remember where I left my keys, the prospect of diving into a book was a little more than intimidating. Besides, what would I have to say? What would I have to share with the world that might actually mean something or make someone's life better?

So here we are. I'm going to write and talk about hunger with a capital H. Hunger that tells me there is more to life than just getting by and making do. Hunger that tells me I'm here for a purpose and so are you....and it has nothing to do with a number on the scale or the size jeans I'm wearing. It has everything to do with a hunger so deep that even the biggest hot fudge brownie sundae won't shut it up. Come with me...in search of our heart's desire. Our Sacred Hunger.

Blessed be.
Sandi