I’m so challenged by this sense, and how it relates to design. So rather than force a monologue that doesn’t come naturally, I’ll relate the topic to my day.
I was invited, by a sweet sweet gesture, to come to a dinner party tonight with girls (women) that work on the hill. As we flurried around a small galley kitchen, sampled baked Brie, drank wine, became vulnerable, I was suddenly nostalgic for Shauna’s Bread and Wine. As I fed myself, and in fact I overly nourished my body. I realized that I wasn’t actually tasting the food. Which is really just a shame considering the amount of calories I was consuming. It was filling my plate one minute and gone the next. Salad. Macaroni. Chicken. A chocolate chip cookie.
I don’t know about your mother, but mine always used to get so flustered by the idea that she would slave in the kitchen and we would consume the fruits of her labor within 5 minutes. I am going to make a point to truly taste, to make the next meal a culinary experience.
There’s been quite a bit of chatter this week about not rushing life. I need to embrace the moments that so often pass me by. Cherish the time that the Lord gives me. Glorifying him with my every thought word and deed. Tasting with every bite the gifts that He spills into my life and into the lives of those around me.