While everyone else plays, he works diligently in my kitchen, telling jokes and commenting on the day's news. I observe, discussing everything from photography to physics. When the donuts finish frying in oil, he plates them and walks around like a waiter to deliver the treats to folks in the basement, in the living room, or anywhere they happen to be hanging out.
|Stack of Crepes|
The donuts are long-gone, but the kitchen still remembers.
The donuts were simple pleasure, a blessing from a friend. All morning, I think about what it means to be a blessing to someone. I think about what I can offer to nourish another person--physically, emotionally, spiritually. What simple pleasures might I bring? May that blessing permeate deeply, leaving a pleasing aroma.
(photo of crepes by David.Monniaux / Frying donuts: Wikimedia Commons)
Journal: What can I offer today?