Among the many things that I learned from my family, there's one that I didn't.
How to be hungry.
I grew up in a time and place—O rarity of human history—where there was always enough food. So I never learned how to be hungry. I never had to.
Instead, I've had to teach myself.
Sometimes hunger is a matter of necessity: there's just no food. That's involuntary hunger.
But the longer that I walk the Old Ways, the more convinced I become that sometimes—for our own spiritual health—we need to take on voluntary hunger as well.