Today I’m in the kitchen. \u00a0Oh not to worry, I’ve been out to the garden, had my walk around, but the clouds have closed in, the sky is dullish and I can feel myself weighted down.
\nBeing a very ‘thinking feeling’ person, I sometimes spend too much time in my head. \u00a0This morning it feels like a very busy intersection. Thoughts buzzing and flying around madly. Far too many to follow … to read … \u00a0 to feel.
\nWhen work, commitments and conflicting schedules leave my husband and I with mere minutes in a day to connect, \u00a0I start to feel a little ‘lost at sea’, grasping for branches.
\nI am keenly aware when my skin feels thin, \u00a0and once I become short with our beloved Ted, who’s the most lovable trusting and gentle dog – I know my bristles are showing.
\nPossibly it’s time for some baking therapy. \u00a0I used to bake a lot, when I had more time, before I went back to working outside the home. \u00a0Of course, as with anything, I still could make time. \u00a0On the counter lies one pretty spotty banana, \u00a0beside two of his brothers, looking quite brown and squishy – we may be forming a group!
\nIt feels like a good day for something warm and cinnamony, and you fellows lying there look just perfect to me.
\nThe butter is lovely, almost my favourite shade of yellow, soft and creamy. Seems like a good place to start. \u00a0To this I add the sugar. All ready I am smiling, breathing softer. \u00a0My staples – \u00a0flour, sugar, baking powder, etc. I keep in lovely old Crown sealer jars. This frustrates my husband when he is cooking, as these jars have the metal rim outside and glass ‘sealer’ tops inside – you have to wind them on and off. \u00a0However, you have to line them up correctly for the metal rim to screw on properly. \u00a0This requires patience and taking just a minute to proceed slowly, whether taking them off or and especially when putting them back on. \u00a0I think this is a good reminder to take things slow, to be mindful, \u00a0conscious … \u00a0here.
\nDisappointingly, \u00a0my new mixer (you may recall the sad tale of the loss of my old one) and I have not really become friends. He seems to run at too high a speed for my liking, and just won’t calm down. \u00a0Except at times when he chooses instead to just stop. \u00a0If today you hear of my demise, look first to this mixer – if he has decided to short out and zap me or something just as nasty, I wouldn’t be surprised. \u00a0I’ve cursed him since he arrived, speeding on to the scene, \u00a0quite unwilling to co-operate.\u00a0However, threaten him as I may, I still have not replaced him, \u00a0so, I admit .. \u00a0I need \u00a0him and we’ve agreed to get along for the time we must spend together and accept each other’s flaws.
\nNext, is to find I have no eggs! \u00a0(ugh, is this some kind of test??) \u00a0Almost ready to walk away, \u00a0I remember, \u00a0I do know how to substitute for this very problem. \u00a0Deep breath in .. \u00a0 \u00a0another half a teaspoon of baking powder and a little more liquid, things will turn out fine.
\nThe folding in, and mixing things together allows me to mindfully release a little tension from my body. \u00a0The smell of the cinammon and the mere sight of the chocolate chips make my heart flutter.
\nOf course, knowing that this lovely cake will be enjoyed by my family makes it very easy to fill with love.
\nInto the oven, \u00a0it will expand and grow, \u00a0and fill the house with it’s wonderful smells.
\nMy senses soothed, \u00a0thoughts cleared, \u00a0I return my jars to the shelf, mixer to the drawer, dishes to the sink.
\nMy heart feels lighter, much appreciating the lessons from my kitchen, to center me once again in being … here … in kindness and as always … \u00a0in love.
\nand now, I think I shall lick the spoon!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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