When we write in our personal journal it’s usually an attempt to fix an aspect of ourselves that is broken, to solve current/past dilemmas or pose burning questions. If we aren’t careful, we may begin to detest our journal-time, because it has become hard work.
I’m a huge advocate for gentleness -savoring a gentle wind while it caresses our bare skin, basking in the slow, gentle hand of our lover or administering gentle admonishments to our naughty children – and above all, gentleness with self.
So – let’s give ourselves permission to center today’s journal entries on happy times. Since a great deal of our lives revolves around sharing food with family, friends and co-workers, I gift you with the topic for today’s gentleness break – Reflections of Happy Eating Moments.
Reflections of Happy Eating Moments
Note today’s date at the top of a clean page in your personal journal. Write the title and STOP. Be mindful that we are here to reflect today, not to stress about the topic or any unfinished personal business.
Tomorrow you may write your journal entry. Today, sit in your easy chair, close your beautiful eyes and begin to reflect on moments that come into your consciousness about joyful eating experiences.
Ready, Set, Journal
Whether you reflected on a recipe story, a favorite dish that Aunt Jennifer always brought to family gatherings or any other tidbits isn’t important. That you allowed yourself to take down-time and reflect on happy eating moments is.
The actual entry will serve to preserve precious memories, pass along your food heritage to your offspring and record cherished childhood food moments.
A Couple of Reflections on Bonnie’s Happy Eating Moments
Sunday Morning Butter-SugarToast – You may recall from my past work, that I lived with my aunt and uncle from age 2 until age 10. On Monday through Saturday, Auntie made biscuits in the woodstove. Then came Sunday morning toast!
Toast made in an iron skillet on top of the woodstove is like no other. When browned and ready to eat, Auntie would spread liberal amounts of butter and sugar on mine. I tried to replicate it for my children, but sadly it didn’t taste the same.
Raisin Cake – When I was six, I had the biggest crush on Junior Martin, who lived across the dirt road from Auntie’s. One day, his mom (Faye Martin) sent Junior across the dirt road to invite Auntie and me for fresh cow’s milk and cake. I was thrilled speechless.
Faye Martin was a renowned three-layer cake-baker. The cake that particular day looked like a magazine picture. Auntie so loved cake and remarked, “Faye, that raisin cake looks delicious. Make mine a big piece.” (Or something similar. After all I was only six.)
Faye Martin cracked-up and doubled-over with laughter. She said, “Oval, them ain’t raisins, them are flies!”
Faye Martin grabbed a dish towel and started shooing flies off her renowned three-layer cake.
Auntie felt a migraine headache coming on and we left in a hurry. The minute we were out of Faye Martin’s hearing range, we laughed so hard, Auntie wet her panties.
We Take a Gentleness Break from Serious Journaling
Did you enjoy your gentleness break?
I would enjoy your comments about your reflections of happy eating moments.
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