Feed Your Soul.


        It’s been said that “you are what you eat.”  You are also, what you drink. What you read. You are all of what you let into yourself. Take a look at your self-nourishment sometime.  If you live off of corporate junk, you become a . . .that’s right, a corporate junkie. In debt to the machine that doesn’t give a righteous fuck about you. Damn the pusher man. Now I don’t want to come across like a born again/reformed smoker/shitbag, I admit to stumbling into a McDonalds on occasion, because I might want to feed some nostalgic craving and in one bite, remember oh yeah, it’s not that good.

            It makes my principles hurt. I feel compromised. There’s something morally wrong about being that consumer cog in the evil machine.  And by evil machine I mean the McDonalds, Starbucks, Amazon’s out there (unfortunately, one of my books is available only through Amazon, sigh). It applies to Facebook. . .I’m sorry Meta. The Coca-Cola Company. Nestles. Walmart. Domino’s pizza. Big Pharma. Big Oil. Your local mega-church. The list goes on. And YES, finding nourishing alternatives causes a moment or two of inconvenience. It requires a bit of effort, but that’s because of their conditioning. It’s what they count on. You can’t tell me there’s not a local coffee shoppe that wouldn’t appreciate your patronage, within the two-mile radius of the seven Starbucks. An indie bookstore (or better yet, a used bookstore) who just might keep an eye out for titles you like or be willing to order one for you.  If you’re lucky and make the effort you might find both in one stop. A neighborhood pizzeria without a corporate logo and ties to principles contrary to your own.  Or the Mom and Pop burger joint, one order away from being able to meet payroll. You get it. We all do.

            So, stumble across some old poetry collection, or a beat-up Jonathan Carroll paperback; order four street tacos from the truck outside; ask the coffee place on the corner to fill your porcelain cup before they close; and have a seat at a folding table and consume. Look around at your choices. Alter your perception and feed your soul. It all starts with one sip. One bite. One word.

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