Eat…Pray…Love…Why the book gets us, but the movie missed it by a long shot.
When I read Eat Pray Love I instantly fell in love with it and Liz Gilbert. When I was young, my father used to place books in my hands and say, ‘If you don’t love it in the first few chapters, don’t bother with it.”
• Liz is a work in progress. She is also a student of life long past her college years. She wants to understand life. It’s important for her to grow her soul. She is also not confined to traditional roles of what a woman is supposed to be by the milestones in her life. Her questioning the timeline of ‘do this and do that’ by a certain age makes her strong and defiant like most heroines are in our classic novels.
• There are 4 principles in Liz’s book. One, that life is not about what others want for us, but what we dream for ourselves. Sometimes when we veer off in the wrong direction, it is our higher compass that drives us mad with signs to get back on track. Two, for those of us who question authority and convention, depression and anxiety are just details of the big process…process versus the details and hardly the main event. Three, meditation and anchoring to our core will get the job done in our daily efforts only when we surrender ourselves to it. The only part about meditation that we need to ‘get’ is the ability to clear our minds. Of course, this simple concept has many complicated grueling steps to get there. Fourth, food and cooking starts in the mind and not in the kitchen. Having a passion for everyday food is synonymous with having a passion for life. ‘Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are.’ is a quote from one of the greatest chefs of all time, Savarin. Once Liz surrendered her spirit to these principles, she was able t find herself, ‘cradled in the palms of the universe.’ Only then did she empty her cup of arrogance and was able to fully give herself a chance to find love even in the oddest of places.
• Life is not about convention when you decide that the traditional roles do not fit, finding your inner voice becomes the first step to enlightenment. When her inner voice finally spoke to her in the bathroom late at night, Liz was ready to listen. The message was simple and honest. ‘Go back to bed, Liz.’ From that point, she could trust herself to make an honest choice about her future which did not include her current marriage. Her second relationship broke her heart in a necessary slap from the universe kind of way. She knew she needed to take a journey inward. So she did what most of us have dreamt about every time the laundry is piling up and the kids are due home any minute from yet another day of school. Italy, India, and Bali. Wow. Most of us just need to sit on a counselor’s couch, have dinner out with some childhood friends, and reconnect with our spouse to get the same healing wave of peace.
• So off she went to Italy. Food is an art. The mind game begins long before our appetite tells us we are hungry. We are defined by our likes and dislikes. Food is not about taste. It’s about feeding the body so the soul is peaceful. You know that when you rip open a bag of chips, the ego is giggling while the spirit is cringing. ‘Where is my nourishment?’ the spirit asks. You stifle that inner voice long enough and it stops asserting itself. Liz awakened her spirit with food. Fresh vegetables, meticulous desserts, and lots of bread made by Italian artisan hands. Each of us can do that here at home. Ignore your inner child’s whining for gross food and let your taste buds discover adult food life spinach, asparagus, tomatoes, sweet potatoes, good cuts of meat cooked in delicious spices and fresh herbs, quinoa or brown rice, opt for cut fruit as a snack and plain yogurt, unsalted walnuts and really good cheese, deep rich chocolate in small amounts makes your spirit dance and say’ Oh my, my, my! It’s finally the present moment. My taste buds have finally made it to the year 2010 instead of 1980 something…
• Mental anguish when nothing obvious is really wrong automatically spells anxiety and depression. The two ‘thugs’ follow Liz all the way to Italy. Lonely and questioning her choices, she wonders like she has so many times if her sanity is in jeopardy. However, this time she has new tools in her shed. Her soul has tasted maturity and silence in her thoughts. No more need to suppress her problems with medication. She has found the real deal…her core…her connection to her higher spirit that she created there in all those late nights on her bathroom floor…the thread is now a rope and her soul has grown.
• India with the contrast of gender inequality and social class division, strikes her as quite a paradox. The women in the colorful jewel toned saris doing road construction is a vivid picture of how beliefs are relative and what you tell yourself is who you become over time. All of a sudden, her dependence on romantic love and dysfunction is curbed by a new and deeper connection with herself. ‘When you let go, the universe rushes in.’ Her meditation peels years of chatter from her inner dialogue and she finally arrives at her core. Those of us who have been there are very familiar with the feeling this safe harbor creates in our chaotic lives. The more times you visit this center, the shorter the ladder becomes to get there at will. So we begin to house our spirits here and navigate our lives from a different point of understanding.
• Bali, I believe was closure and the prize-her meeting the Brazilian. Bali was her bridge between her now outdated inner dialog and the fresh habits that are shaping her womanhood.
• The movie missed all these points. It was sad to watch. Scenes of Julia Roberts eating pizza and pasta is not a soul searching experience. And besides, Julia is too happy with her children and ordinary husband to play the spectrum of what Liz is. Julia is a Georgia peach and Liz is a New England preppy…wow, to say the least they are not a match…more like a clash. Surely, Hollywood thought that Julia could play a tortured soul. And maybe she could if given a forum. Pizza and pasta and superficial scenes from the India journey …not! Where was the mosquitoes scene?…the pivotal point that stripped Liz of her New England preppy costume and replaced it with the neutrality of her spirit.OI!!!!
• Julia is a Scorpio and Liz is a Cancer. Quite a harmonious relationship. Both water signs…However, Cancers tend to absorb the qualities of other parts of their zodiac chart making it difficult for the individual to ‘just be the Cancer’. For example, being on the cusp of Gemini or Leo, Cancers tend to attract people that are compatible with these two signs and not to their true Cancer natures making and creating relationships that feed their alternate personalities sharpening these traits rather than their gentle Cancer ones. Cancers need lots of wide open spaces for they waddle side to side before making any decisions. If you’ve ever seen a crab walk on the beach you understand the waddle I’m talking about. When there are too many influences in the Cancer personality, the Crab is bumped around and it takes years for him or her to reach its own fulfillment. Scorpios are either clear or not…not much in between. If they are clear, life becomes a series of simple stepping stones to planned goals and successful unions with family and friends. If cloudy, the brooding and plotting takes center stage and fulfillment is always a far out of reach goal and the magic of everyday pleasures is totally missed. These two women representing each other in this wonderful story could have been a match made in Hollywood heaven. Unfortunately, the Scorpio was not given a chance to play the Cancer from a spiritual connection and the supernova was missed.
• I walked out of the movie. I suppose I will catch it on a weeknight on Pay per view. Liz’s analogies are tickles for the mind and I love rereading it over and over again…