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The Spiritual ChicksSM Guest Article
Most days I go around in bits and pieces. Part of me thinks and part of me feels. Even bigger parts fail to get up in the morning. What can I do about living such a divided existence but admit it?
There is a really dumb part of me that tries to administer chocolate to the system. It believes in the sugar solution to almost anything that life dishes out. It is particularly fond of "good deals at the drugstore." I hurriedly clutch a fifty-five cents off coupon for a bag of Holiday M & M peanuts. I have paired it with a one dollar off coupon from CVS and so I cop a bag for a mere forty-five cents. What the hips don't know won't hurt them.
Since I am on the spiritual path and give myself over to it for much of the day, why am I so easily conned into buying candy? It goes hand-in-hand with the idea that I can make myself happy. I have never been able to do that, but try to convince the part of me that loves chocolate. To her, bliss is a Kiss. Ammachi, the saint from India, doles out Hershey Kisses to her devotees that come to her for darshan. That makes me love her even more. It is not enough that she hugs and heals us all; she throws in a sweet to boot. I don't think God will mind.
The disjointed parts of my persona sometimes meet in the hallway of my central self and it gets dazed and confused. "Hi, Vicki, want a Hershey Kiss?" Self Number Two replies sleepily..."I just got up." Self Number Three, the anal-retentive one, wants me to get back to a more nutritious eating plan. What does she know?
You are wondering how I am going to square up kissticism and mysticism. It's not hard when you are as mixed up as I am. Think of me as a box of bridge mix and that will help you see how deeply confused I am. I am one part nuts and three parts sweet (an optimistic ratio, I admit).
Some of you reading this are saying, "Tsk, tsk, she needs to go cold turkey on her chocolate-eating compulsions.” That happens next week, when I will eat a cold turkey sandwich, followed by Kisses and pumpkin pie, etc. And I will be having darshan with a chocolate santa before you can say Reese's Pieces.
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