FOOD - The Sacred Offering
Wednesday, May 23rd, 2007
My relationship with food was skewed from a very early age. Rather than eating for joy, or pleasure, or companionship, I ate to get away with something. To sneak in too much. To have what I wanted. To steal. I was a thief of food. I would sneak a mouthful of chocolate the first thing Easter morning, and when someone asked, “What do you have in your mouth?” I would sheepishly reply around the mouthful, “nuffin.”
Not so anymore. I have taken on a structure to how I eat, and wrote about this a bit in the This is my Temple post. My life used to be one long gorging. Now, I get to have three meals a day for the purpose of continuing my life, and I get to be free from food stealing in between. Food has gone from being an anesthetic for me to being a celebration.
The Sanskrit word prasada has come across my path again a few times recently, and it reminds me of the proper place for food in my life. Food is an offering. It is provided by Being (God, Spirit, Brahaman, whatever) for the purpose of my life continuing. Food is fuel. Food is also a celebration and affirmation of life, and should be enjoyed. It is a direct message that my life should continue for another day. When looked on this way the act of eating becomes an act of communion and is a moment to remember the grace which gives me existence.
If you believe that Being is a distinct entity handing out the stuff of the universe and sitting above it all, then food has been provided directly and being grateful for the food you eat is the least you can do.
If you believe that Being is the totality of all that exists, seen and unseen, and the space in which it exists, then food is a taking into the body of a portion of that creation. Food is a redistribution of the basic stuff of what is into the form of continuing life.
It is when I forget the importance of food that I get into trouble, shove in volume and binge looking for something to fill the place of Being in my life.