Libby and soul food

:)ctober 5, 2008


I've promised myself (and your the reader) that this blog will be honest and explore my dark side in jest.

Years ago, I read a novel that commented on a famous painting of the devil. (I’d like to credit the author or the painting but keep in mind I’m going on 60 and that didn’t stick with me) In the painting the devil had a heart-shaped appendage at the end of his tail.. The author mused that possibly man’s heart was directly related to his a---ole.

I was at the supermarket when the strangest of all phenomena occured every time I passed up a sugary item I noticed something that had eluded me over the last fourteen years and never related with food a twitter-patting ‘down there’. So I query now is healthy nourishment directly related to my girly parts? Is it possible that on a path toward a healthful 60, I’ll find my long lost pal Libido?

Putting my purchases away at home there was initial excitement of intentional shopping. There was an awareness that my ego was jumping up and down congratulating me on a job well done. The inner child was looking for a reward at this congratulations and my super ego was doling out the what’s so s. The conversation went something like this……
Super Ego: “You’ll get to eat healthy if you don’t botch it up”
Child: “Who will notice?
Ego: “I need attention”
Super Ego: “You’re in touch with you Libido… Why is that not enough?”

It was clear to me that the debate wasn’t winnable….. which will be okay as I do get to eat healthy . I’m broke!!!

I’ve become a grandmother again this week to a beautiful boy named Wyatt Russell… 9 lbs 2 oz and he looks like mom which is really great as all the others
in my brood have a strong resemblance to me. Hayden is sweet and loving to baby brother. Connor had a ‘who’s on first conversation’ with his mom about having a new cousin that went something like this….
Mom: “ you have a new cousin.”
Connor: “Yeah I know Hayden”
Mom “no a new cousin Wyatt.”
Connor: “Whos Wyatt?”
Mom: “Your cousin.”.
Connor: “Cousin Hayden”
Mom: “No cousin Wyatt.”
Connor: “Who’s Wyatt?”
Then mom gives up she’s waiting for pictures.





NOW THIS NOURISHES MY HEART.
nameste