Chocolate Cake

Stories from when I first got clean... from gluten.

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Monday, July 25, 2011

A friend has recently been taken into the fold of Sacramento's yoga community. He realized this when he was invited to a notably fun, and selective, industry party thrown by the founding parents of the practice in this town; I happened to be his plus one. As any good Diva does, we arrived fashionably late. Immediately we were tagged as Malibu Barbies, since we both have blond hair and rode in on the 'Maxi Pad'--what Luke affectionately calls his convertible Mazda Miata. We spent the sunset frolicking in the many gardens, digging our feet in the sand pit, swinging under the stars, and dangling from the monkey bars; the funnest was catching a shooting star on the trampoline after what seemed like hours of giggling ourselves silly with the bouncing.

Our appetites sufficiently stirred, the time had come to indulge our other senses with plenty of goulash, chocolate cake, and palaver over agave-sweetened tequila. The house is designed to be a texturally rich den of iniquity, so with the stimulation of so many interesting people from differing backgrounds, it was easy to fall into theatrics and wax philosophical. While justifying my indiscretion with the chocolate cake, I threw my head back and howled with the torment of never being able to eat such divinities again! And, was quickly put in check by the matriarch of the household--"what reality are you creating for yourself?"

Words express our focus and intention. Wherever our focus lies, is where our energy is directed, and this is what will be manifested. Instead of insisting on keeping my gaze locked on what I am sadly moving away from, why not focus on the new and creative gastronomical adventures ahead. If what we are seeking is peace and joy, then let us focus on that, and quit giving our energies to that which is debilitating. Seems simple enough. I am grateful to have been invited to such an ethereal event. I am also grateful for the gentle reminder--and the chocolate cake.

This article was originally published on Substack. You can read the original here.