The first thing I noticed is that I have no idea what I like to eat. I buy what other people like to eat. I can’t remember the last time I went shopping for just me! Left to my own devices, I’m entirely lost.
The (rental) house is empty so there isn’t this or that in the freezer or the refrigerator, to provide a clue. I think this is interesting. It’s special in a way. I’m in no rush to fill the void!
It’s quite odd. Like being obliterated, but not really. I feel this is an opportunity to get to know myself, if there is a “myself”.
I think Pluto’s transit through my 12th house might be in play here as well. I’ve been writing for years about disappearing into the wood/swamp/some other deep, dark place (tag – Pluto transit 12th).
I’ve come to a place where food is irrelevant, unless it’s meant to nourish someone else. This is deeply interesting to me. I’m don’t think I’ve felt this before.