Today as I sat to meditate, I was so hungry. My stomach was growling. My blood sugar was low. I thought about abandoning my meditation and go make some breakfast! Delicious soft boiled eggs kept floating across the backs of my eyelids, tempting me to leave my mat.
Then I remembered the teachings of Richard Rohr and Pema Chödrön. This hunger I felt was a universal feeling. Every human has been hungry at some point in their lives. And some are hungry all the time.
I have never really known hunger. The long-lasting hunger that comes from a long-term lack of food and nutrition. So I can bear these tummy rumbles. I can understand the hunger of humanity better if I sit with my individual hunger. I move my sense of hunger from myself out into the world and it becomes a prayer. How else can a suburban, middle class, white woman relate to this suffering? I've never been hungry...