Diet

Letting Go Of Labels - Part 1 of 2

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines. With consistency a great soul has simply nothing to do. He may as well concern himself with his shadow on the wall. Speak what you think now in hard words, and to-morrow speak what to-morrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. — ‘Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.’ — Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood. ~Emerson

Synchronicities abound. I’ve observed over the past few years that the lives, learnings and wins of my closest friends often parallel my own. In his blog, my friend Clayton writes about his recent return to an omnivorous diet. I, too, was vegetarian for many years, up until about 2 months ago, when I allowed the label of ‘vegetarian’ to pass through me. The choice for me was not one made for health reasons. Nor was it made because I felt compelled to consume flesh once again. Instead, my choice was made because I recognized that by identifying myself as ‘vegetarian’, I was closing myself off, energetically and spiritually, to other realms of experience.