“You know what that pain in your chest is? It’s your heart breaking when you’re not giving it what it knows it wants.” he pointed out.
She sat with that clear truth all day, and reeled through the memories of moments when her head rattled through practical matters and ramifications while her radiant heart-body had other agendas.
It was a bad habit of hers – not giving herself permission to have what she wanted when she wanted it and letting herself be filled with that bounty, instead being full of fears and self-imposed limitations – and a pattern that became uber-apparent as scene after scene, slices of life, floated into her mindframe and on into the low hum of twilight.
This happened with more than just what she desired to consume with a fork; it was ingrained in her life-diet as a whole that was deficient in 100% pure happiness. Not only was this card carrying vegan denying her body the meat and eggs that it craved, but in crystal clear illumination, the reel of her theater-mind slowed to notable moments of pure desire for other objects of the flesh. “Well, shit,” she thought to herself. “I could’ve had sex for breakfast.”
