On recipes, formulas, and trusting the wild unpredictable freedom of your own compass
The Inedible Concoctions
I taught myself to cook when I decided to become vegetarian at 14.
Everything I made with a recipe failed horribly. For the life of me I could not follow the formula. So I tried not following a formula and everything failed even more miserably.
Mom’s fridge became a compilation of dozens of containers of mystery food that I promised I would eat, but could not, because the creations were sincerely inedible and potentially harmful for human consumption.
I grew up bigger and continued to create terribly inedible concoctions. Still unable to follow a recipe but lucky to have stoner friends who would eat anything. I cooked contentedly for hours and years, creating mixtures and blends and mushy gross incoherency.
The Click
Then one day I just understood.
I could feel with my fingers as my gut led the way – telling me when to add a little more or a little less. After years and years of fumbling, unable to make sense of how the whole equation of ingredients, fire and human taste buds could enjoy each other’s company, something went “click”
And suddenly I got it.
Life is like this. There are some recipes, and we can follow them, and we likely won’t make anything new. Or we can also trust our abilities at fumbling around in the dark – creating inedible concoctions, knowing that each day experimenting, we are slowly cultivating knowledge, wisdom and experience.
And the day will come when all the accumulations of all our experience will go “click” and we simply get it.
Trust the Concoction
There is no precise formula that fits to coat each moment or recreate any previous outcome. No one recipe that can convert our raw unique experience to the mind’s conditioned idea of perfection.
There is no single template for each soul to squeeze into in order for it to blossom into a magic that diffuses logic and ignites higher faculties.
There are only billions of unexplored internal landscapes. No maps entirely complete. No one who really knows exactly what’s going on.
This is true freedom. The wild unpredictable freedom of universal genius.
Reclaim Your Compass
Remember now to trust this crazy process. And learn to tune back into your own internal guidance system.
We all have a heart compass that pulls and directs us exactly where we must be. What we must do is reclaim that compass – the one that has been synced with the mind of society’s desire for us – and plug it back into our own highest desire.
So we may bring spirit to full ignition and flood light this higher creative transmission into our conscious human experience.
Mama earth says so. She needs the love of our feet to connect to our hearts, and for our brains to humbly remember who’s boss and what pure love is made of.
Love you,
Meghan