I spent much of today’s class thinking about food. This beautiful strawberry water sat two mats away, taunting me.
I had a banana before I left the house but that obviously didn’t cut it because I building spicy chicken & spinach salads and then deep frying tofu in my head while everyone else was moving through vinyasas. I blended several variations of imaginary smoothies up and down the warrior sequence and ate make-believe yogurt sticks during tree pose.
If I’ve learned anything thus far, it is this: Hungry people cannot learn.
Replace “Learn” in the previous sentence with any verb you like – the sentiment stands. Hungry people cannot. Hunger takes up so much room in the psyche that there is little room for anything else.
We all know this. We’ve been hungry.
I suppose the difference is that today, I was trying to do something that, at least for me, was difficult. And I was trying to do it hungry. I was not a success.
I hope to never forget this lesson. When you’re well-fed, it’s easy to overlook the ways in which hunger can seize a person. I’ve become so accustomed to a mostly satiated stomach that it doesn’t even occur to me that the people I encounter as I move through the world might not be rude, they might be hungry. Replace rude. They might not be spiteful, they might be hungry. Pick your own. They might not be __. They might be hungry.