My daughter V, reminded me of creating a sacred space and time for eating. I was telling her about this outrageous vegan bread (David’s Killer Bread) via Skype. I told her how delish it is and how I used it. I smeared one slice with hummus, dolloped a roasted red pepper on it, strategized and placed halved kalamata olives on top, topped it with another slice and what a tasty, easy, quick snack it became.
She asked, “Were you sitting down?” and “Did you eat it on the run?” or something to that tune. Yikes! I had to admit, reflect and confess I was standing exactly where I prepared it when I ate it. I was distributing Target goods into pantry, cupboards and shelves… and late for an appointment.
I asked myself, “Didn’t I just hear this message this morning on my walk while listening to Marianne Williamson’s A Course in Weight loss?”
So, I dug out pretty, forgotten, ‘never use them for some reason’ items this morning. I am sitting here at breakfast, eating at my Sacred Space for nourishment. I am taking the time to breathe in between bites, replacing my spoon every once in a while and resting, relishing and smacking my lips.
Message from the Universe, received and Ritual in Place. Thank you for jogging my memory, V, and calling me on it. I have a fabulous forgetter but I get reminded of the things I need to be reminded of by the people who love me. That is Grace.