For how long was I asleep? Hard to say.
I was in a spiritual coma, in the dark night of my soul.
When I emerged from the depth of my oblivion,
I found that Denial had been my steady bed companion.
“Anorexia” was the first word coming to mind.
It struck me like lightning and chased away my sleepy friend.
I summoned all of my courage and took a good look at myself
In the full-body mirror, that reflected my Self-image.
What I saw was not pleasant, and it made me quite frantic.
I was the shadow of my Self, like the ghost in my attic.
Yes, I had starved my higher Self for so long
That it had lost its appetite and its appeal:
It was frail, feather-light, in dire need of TLC.
Dear God, what have I done to myself?
I thought I had it all:
A bank account, food in the fridge,
A picket fence, a fancy car,
And each Thursday I played the bridge…
And yet, I felt hollow, and this caused me great sorrow.
Distracted by life’s pleasures, I had neglected what mattered most.
My outer shell was well preserved, and my face was wrinkleless,
Yet my soul was anorexic, and this was quite pathetic.
I gathered some data about spiritual nutrition:
I broke my fast with a hearty bowl of “Chicken Soup for the Soul.”
I signed up for Tai Chi and practiced Stillness daily.
I abandoned my comfort zone and learned to flex my soul's muscles.
Whenever life challenges weighed heavily on me,
I stepped up my regimen and increased my calories.
I persevered, I stayed with it. My soul gained weight,
It had a shape!
I finally got to the point where I dared take a selfie.
And compared it with a 'Before' snapshot taken of me
At the onset of my enrollment in this spiritual boot camp.
The transformation was noticeable! I was pleased with the result:
A well-toned soul in harmony with its carnal envelope,
Exuding some vibrancy unknown to me previously.
I had acquired an appetite for ethnic foods of all types:
Indian, oriental, Italian… they were tasty, I tried them all
And developed a rich palate and a taste for so much more…
Anyas Spencer, Medford, Oregon, November 30, 2014