A Labor of Love
This weekend I finally hosted a small group of wonderful friends for dinner. I don’t often do this, so it was a bit out of routine for me. Normally I cook for my family and it has a very specific intention – to make a simple, fast & healthy meal. Well this weekend was different. I was left to the kitchen by myself as my husband entertained the kids all day. And so I decided to be present with my cooking. I put on some music, opened the windows, put away my phone, and started chopping & dicing. A simple thing like coring & dicing roma tomatoes became a real labor of love. I was completely immersed in the process, enjoying the beautiful vibrance of the tomatoes as I chopped; the union of colors & scents as I mixed in garlic, basil, olive oil & balsamic vinegar. I paused to enjoy the colors, the flavors, the aroma emanating from the kitchen. In this way, it became a practice of yoga, a practice of creation, a practice of love. I slowed down the process; I took it moment by moment, even enjoying something as mundane as cleaning the dishes along the way. It became this creative dance of colors, textures, scents & sounds all within a backdrop of love. It was fun to venture into the kitchen with this spirit. It brought the magic & sense of creation back to something that had become very ordinary & routine for me. In the end, the food & company was enjoyed by all, but I especially appreciated the journey.
“It’s nice to have an end to journey toward; but it’s the journey that matters, in the end.” – Ursula Leguin