I had to peel 50 pounds of potatoes for the PIT Stop meal yesterday. (feeding marginalized in my community, I organized it). It was a sort of chop wood mediation. Peel, peel ,peel. I got rid of lots of anger and then got to thinking about what really matters. That’s the bonus of repetitive tasks? I was feeling unloved. I was chopping heads off with every peel but then I started thinking about why I was doing this. I let go of the unworthiness I was feeling and rejoiced in the everydayness of peeling potatoes. I made it a meditation on what matters. I was here, fully connected and one with my ordinary life. It felt good. The mashed potatoes were delicious.
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