What stories have you inherited?

What beliefs, spoken and unspoken, unfolded in your household and community around food? Sex? What it means to be hungry?

If you were able to set those stories down, the ones that tell you your time is better spent monitoring, policing, controlling, counting, shrinking, what kinds of new stories would you write yourself into?

What stories would you dream around permission, tenderness, generosity, trust, and change? What would it look like to turn towards your hunger and pleasure, your appetite and satisfaction, with genuine curiosity and openness?

When we spend so much of our time obsessing about food, categorizing what we eat and how we eat it, denying ourselves the things we are hungry for, putting off our own pleasure, ignoring our own boundaries and bodies, we move away from our power. It’s the opposite of what the erotic asks of us.

What stories would you like to pass on to future generations? What kind of elder would you like to be so that those who come next find more ease and understanding around their bodies and pleasure?

Dream with me.