I remember when I was 17, for the week of my father's funeral, my family was innundated with delicious cassaroles dripping with cheese and buttery carbs and crunchy good things - the super comfort food of love. I remember taking huge warm bites of these new flavors that I didn't have cook myself and thinking "how can this taste so good when I feel so sad and awful?" It was like my body and my spirit were at complete odds with each other. In the time it took to smell, taste, chew, swallow, and feel my stomach fill with unfamiliar concoctions from other families and tribes, my body insisted on its own survival and sustenance. For whole minutes at a time, the food said "Here, take a break. This is good."
Sending you a big cassarole of your favorite things today, Freida.
1. While sitting at your desk, lift your right foot off the floor and make clockwise circles.
2. Now, while doing this, draw the number "6" in the air with your right hand.
3. Your foot will change direction.