This year for the first time in a few years, I cooked. I cooked and enjoyed every minute. I had a beautiful quiet moment as I rolled the pastry for my boysenberry pie. The day had been stressful, then a magical thing occured. Everyone took a nap and I was completely alone as I carefully rolled the dough and cut out my toppings. It tasted as good as it looks.
At that moment I was fully present and happy.I was thankful to be able to sit at the table and play in my dough and plan out the next days meal. I was thankful that some one smiled down on me and gave me a wonderful quiet moment. It was soothing to the soul and mind.
As you can see, I managed a shot of all three smiling at the same time. Who knows what I said to get it, I imagine it was a little off color. My children are all happy inside and know they have a loving mother and are adequately provided for. It's getting that realization to bubble up to the top that takes a little work.
Perhaps that is why we go to so much trouble once a year. We serve decadent and sweet old time favorites to please our bellies and our family. We try to be thankful to provide our family with food and a side dish of love.
I can say I do not miss the uncomfortable dinners served at my sister's house with her in-laws. My sister is a wonderful cook, but why do we force ourselves to give up such a wonderful day to be around people we don't really like? I also do not miss the mistake's family dinners at the inlaws. A group of 20 some people who don't really want to be in the same room. Can we say akward?
Anyhoo, my thanksgiving was happy and I found thankful moments. I can only hope everyone else was able to achieve the same!
5 comments:
LOVING the pictures. The one I love the most? Your new profile pic!! You're gorgeous!!
I'm so glad it all went well for you. Love your profile pic!
Peace and Love
Thank you guys, it was a new haircut birthday shot! I wouldn't claim gorgeous, but not to shabby to be taking the downhill slide of my 30's, lol.
There is being some research done on the transference of energy that goes from the emotions in our hearts when we're cooking and is directly placed into our foods-the end result being that those who ingest the food end up absorbing that energy. If you prepare your food with anxiety, that's why your guests feel when they eat. If it's prepared with love, that's the feeling that is shared around the table. I am a firm believer of this. Hence, mom's home cooking is always held in higher regard. Bravo to you for your peaceful, happy meal. Well done.
Hugs,
Deborah
I am a firm believer in chi and our bodies energy, so it makes sense that it would go directly into the food and everything else you do. I love dough of any forms, find it most therapeutic and the kids felt my love, even so much that my little one got up and felt the need to tell everyone in church all about it.
Thanks for the hugs, the blogging community is just great. JoJo
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