Ouch - Thursday is tough

I thought by now ... I'd reach transcendence? I'm having crazy dreams and its clear that this fast is about one particular thing, so I'm glad its coming up. Its not that I'm "hungry" but I miss food, the ritual of food, my favorite foods. Chick peas are high up on the list. Garlic. Tahini. Very much looking forward to my Saturday meal! Vegetable soup and brown rice. Monday I'm cooking for a friend, so I'm gonna go for it.

The fast is making me aware of how quick and sloppy I consume food, "grab" it "wolf" it from a million different restaurants, with very little love and care gone into the preparation. I'm going to make an effort to make my own and support places that make things with care, and I'm sure that will only last about a month. But it will be a valiant effort.

New York City is a little unbearable. Once your senses open, there is far too much for them to experience. My apartment is my sanctuary. Neat, clean, well lit and pretty. But they are doing construction in three places outside my window. So there is no quiet once the sun rises.

Dance class may be a killer tonight... but its worth it for the groove...