Posts Tagged ‘love’

I have been toying with a theory lately. Actually, I’m inclined to consider it a fact, but I haven’t scientifically measured the matter, so I mustn’t present it that way to you.

My friend Jem was by here one day while I was making tortillas, and he couldn’t seem to understand why I bother.

“Well,” I told him, “there’s more than one reason, beginning with the fact that we don’t have a grocery store in this town. Selling good tortillas isn’t a priority, anyway, because the Mexican population around here makes their own. It’s not that hard.”

“Yes,” he argued, “but grinding your own flour? What’s that about?”

To be honest, I was stumped for a moment or two. Not like I had ever thought about it, besides that it’s cheaper for us, and I know what I’m getting when I grind my own…my dad raises the wheat.

But I knew instinctually that there was more to it. Now what could it be?

Finally, I had it. “It’s better for our spirits,” I told him…”our emotions, our thought processes and attitudes.”

Now it was his turn to be stunned. “How?”

I’m getting used to Jem looking at me like I have two heads. I’ve even quit laughing at his facial expressions, most of the time. So I was able to explain calmly.


The Explanation

It has been scientifically proved that when someone prepares food, their attitudes go into it, and pass into those who eat it. Watch at your own home sometime, you’ll see it’s true.

This is why I rarely, if ever, use bread making as therapy for an angry or disturbed spirit, as I have heard of many people doing. I try to avoid making food altogether, if I cannot do it joyfully and with a right spirit.

But I have noticed something more  about handling food. The more I handle it, the more chance it has to pick up attitudes, good or bad, and, I am convinced, will somewhat change its properties according to the thoughts I put in. It seems to take at least twice as long to drive out unproductive or unhealthy thoughts, as to put in pure ones to begin with.

If I put in anger, frustration, bitterness, or destructive images, the food becomes unhealthy, and even, in the case of living plants, stunted or dead. (It has been scientifically proved one can kill plants by thinking thoughts of unlove to them.)

So, at each step of the way, from seed to table, I choose to put joy, peace, love, kindness, gentleness, and attitudes of fun into our food.

It can’t hurt, and, who knows, it just may help the atmosphere of our home.



Another time, I’ll share some thoughts on what you can do to instill good thoughts into your food, even if you can’t grow or prepare it yourself.


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My answer is, “YES!”


I would ask of you, my darling,

A question soft and low,

That gives me many a heartache

As the moments come and go.

Your love I know is truthful,

But the truest love grows cold;

It is this that I would ask of you:

Will you lve me when I’m old?

Life’s morn will soon be waning,

And it’s evening bells be tolled,

But my heart shall know no sadness,

If you’ll love me when I’m old.

Dwn the stream of life together

We are sailing side by side,

Hoping some bright day to anchor

Safe beyond the surging tide.

Today our sky is cloudless,

But the night may clouds unfold;

But, though storms may gather round us,

Will you love me when I’m old?

When my hair shall shade the snowdrift,

And mine eyes shall dimmer grow,

I would lean upon some loved one,

Through the valley as I go.

I would claim of you a promise,

Worth to me as a world of gold;

It is only this, my darling,

That you’ll love me when I’m old.


taken from The Family Book of Best Loved Poems, ed. by David L. George.

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Edward dreams he is home again.

Edward dreams he is home again.

The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, by Kate DiCamillo, is a story about love. It is unusual in that it focuses on a large, china rabbit – a china rabbit with feelings and thoughts, and velvet suits…but who is so full of himself that he finds those who love him a bore. After a long, difficult, sometimes painful journey, he learns to love, and be loved. He learns from an old fisherman and his wife; from a hobo and his dog, Lucy; and from a homeless boy and his little, sick sister. At last, he winds up in the arms of a little girl, very much like the one who loved him originally, and he loves her back, without regret.

If you love already, it will inspire you to greater depths of care for others. If you do not love, it may inspire you to start. At the least, you and your little ones will enjoy its well-penned prose and lovely, true-to-life pictures, and it will be a constant reminder of beauty and truth. Its presence in your home will add a spot of light to a bookshelf.

Click here for a fuller review of the story. Click here to see a copy for puchase.

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