Today my Love woke up sick. Back to the doctor and another round of antibiotics. More infection and more depleted energy.
We were supposed to run 5 miles today. But I chose to nourish with food instead of exercise today.
And what do we cook for the ill? Soup, of course! My Love is allergic to a good deal of foods so no chicken noodle here. I made carrot ginger soup instead.
I giggled to myself as I placed leek, garlic, ginger and then broth, 2 lbs of carrots, and salt with a small dash of cinnamon. I giggled because of everyone who give outcry that healthy food is too expensive. My simple little soup was so cheap but rich in nutrients and vitamins and love.
I mindfully prepared this meal for my sick Love. I peeled the carrots and thought of them deep in dirt somewhere growing in the sun soaking up the water. I imagined the leeks being pulled from the ground and rinsed on their journey to my kitchen. As I stirred it all up, I focused on the energy and health that was present in that pot.
There is life and death in the power of food, my gentle readers.
An hour later, we sat down to eat.
He’s grinning at my homemade delight, “It looks like a gourmet soup.” And after tasting it, raves about how good it tastes.
Now I’m grinning ear to ear. The nurturer is being nurtured because there is health and harm in the power of words as well.
And there is love all around …