Nine days out of ten, I enjoy a qigong or yoga asana practice before my first meal of the day — so when I sit down to eat, I’ve knowingly connected with a source of nourishment much more deeply satisfying than even the most sublimely-prepared tempeh and eggs, or oatmeal with blueberries, could ever be.
From the “space” of this sweet completeness, the food tends (paradoxically) to taste much better. I also seem to know intuitively, and with great precision, what and how much to eat: as if a greater Intelligence were orchestrating the meal — choosing what is going to be most beneficial for Elizabeth’s body. Something like: Wisdom feeding Wisdom.
In the language of Taoism, we could say that this is wuwei – non-volitional action – manifesting via the activity of eating. Delicious!