Today several young people came to tidy up the choir room, arrange the song pieces, and just to have fun, i guess. I cooked for them - my world-famous adobo :-) then in the evening, the committee to plan for our church anniversary also got together. Again, I cooked for them - my equally famous tuna pasta (invented recipe). There is something fulfilling in the act of cooking - of providing nourishment to those whom you love, to those who are around you. The act itself is a meditation of sorts. Time slows down. Your mind focuses on this one thing. All the senses are awakened - the taste buds explode in a myriad of flavors, the eyes behold the feast to be enjoyed, the ears listen to the simmering, sizzling, boiling, chop-chopping of the preparation, while the nostrils enhale the perfume, the promise and the enticements of a sumptious meal as the textures, temperature and feel of each ingredient combine in a supple, seductive allure. And the moment when a meal is shared - much more, the meal that is shared is the meal you yourself have painstakingly prepared, something magical occurs, something sublime. Mind you, it does not need to be an elaborate meal. It could something simple, hearty, nourishing, but just the same, the magic of the moment hold us sway. No wonder the glorious day when we shall be with the Father is pictured as a banquet - feasting, for indeed, the act of cooking, and sharing of food pictures harmony, love, pleasure, and indeed, nourishment.
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