from the vantage point of my kitchen table i can sit and see nothing but green maple leaves dancing in the breeze. from that same spot with windows open i can feel the warm waft of summer brush against my bare arms and hear the sound of neighborhood children squealing in the joy of their childhood days.
as i eat my lunch consisting of a cheeseburger with a thick slice of tomato and onion and a healthy squirt of mustard. i meditate on everything and everyone it took to bring this midday meal to my table and my tastebuds. the cow who sacrificed its life and the one who provided the milk for the cheese. the farmers who tended the cows and raised the wheat for the bread and the mustard, tomato and onion to adorn it, the meat, dairy and produce workers, the delivery people. no, i don't thank god personally, i simply become grateful and humble in thanking the plants, animals and people that graced my hungry belly with such tasty sustenance. i believe that simply thanking god without contemplation keeps us from being truly awake, truly grateful and truly humble in receiving the bounty. god does provide, but only through nature, life and the acts of ourselves and others. when we meditate on the details we become acutely aware and sincere in our gratitude and even a burger becomes sublime.
just my friday lunchtime thoughts. <3
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