I’m not talking little plates of chorizo
and olives, although they too are perfect for the mindful eater.
Tapas is also a Sanskrit term from the
tradition of yoga, and it’s more of a personal observance, or positive activity . Like any ancient - but still relevant - text, the writings that deal with the concept of tapas have
been interpreted a million ways.
In the context of mindful eating I like the
interpretation of tapas as the cleansing fire that is fed by the momentum of
good habits. The fire of my mindful
eating practice dwindled to a few scattered glowing coals over the past several
years. I was surprised that happened,
and I’m still not sure why it did. I
thought that, like the recent Australian bushfires, the power of my newly-sparked
mindful eating practice of 2014 was so powerful nothing could extinguish it.
I think I’ve taken that metaphor far
enough. In the last 2 months I’ve been
re-inspired in my mindful eating practice.
Once again, it’s developing a momentum that allows it to sustain
itself. The individual little habits I’m
fostering again, like noticing hunger, putting down my fork between mouthfuls, eating
only until I’m 2/3 full, and meditating regularly, are all supporting a very
comfortable and natural mindful eating practice, and I feel good. That’s tapas.
I’ve learned through experience that tapas
doesn’t make my practice invincible. Mindful eating is a way of life, not a
willpower-driven diet, but even nourishing, rewarding ways of life fall by the
wayside. Why is that? What are the individual choices that cause a
practice to unravel? That’s what I’m
curious about right now.
