Journal

All love is a constant question.

Yes? Yes.

Most of the time the word “love” means “attachment” or “reliance upon.” It is said in recognition of a welcome convenience. Of respect. Of power. Of sexual desire. Translated into Spanish as “te quiero,” literally, “I want you.”

Pitta dosha is built from fire, as is the sour taste. Sour smells. Sour tastes. Sour burns things up. Sour is what brings up back to our awareness. Awakens our senses.

I fell in love during a Zoom consultation with an Ayurvedic doctor. He is in India and I’m in Canada, so we met in a space between my sunrise and his sunset. I’m pretty sure the magical dust of the opposing transitions helped my heart flutter all about.

Bodies are problematic if you’re hooked on the drug of stability. The moment we put something in, something else needs to come out. We eat, we have to poop. We inhale O2, we have to release the CO2. The list goes on.

Here’s a tip: Don’t come to Ayurveda when you are at your wits’ end. In fact, don’t pick up any new health habits at that point, because they are bound to fail you.

We all need a friend who cracks us up when we are anxious. I called mine last night and confessed that I’ve been constipated.

“How long has it been?” she asked. “A week?”

“About 20 hours. Maybe more,” I told her.

As soon as I heard her cackle roll into a guffaw i realized what I was doing.