This year I’m cancelling Christmas.  The last one got in the way of writing blogs, having to move, etc.  ‘Uh? That was months ago’ I hear you all saying but I really need to exercise my writing muscle here, rather than on Facebook, fun though it is… WORLD view rather than between a few ‘friends’.  This blog is not actually the one I have in mind… That’s next, hopefully this year!  This one’s a quickie, i.e. less than 500 words, if I can stick to some sort of point… and I haven’t even got to the banana yet!

So what are you thinking then?!

It came to me when I sat down for my evening meal the other day.  Before I eat or drink anything, I pause to say “Thank you. I love you” or “I love you. Thank you”.  This got a mention in my ‘Water Crystals’ blog… but you’ll know that guys, won’t you?  So, am I addressing myself or my alter ego sat opposite?  No, I’m talking to the plate in front of me, duh!  It has to be said though, that I don’t always remember to do this… My saner moments?  Nooo.  The fact I’ve only been doing this a few months is no excuse but then I remember half way through my first mouthful.  By saying/whispering these words with honesty and reverence, not only am I blessing my food and grateful for my food, but visualise it nourishing my body and ultimately flooding my cells with love… And we renew millions of cells each day.

Anyway, to get to the ‘It came to me’ bit… Exciting, huh?… I began reflecting on the wider implications of my thanks.  Thanks to the guys who ploughed the land, who sowed the crops… No death on my dinner plate.

Well yes, we could get into technicalities here: The murder of carrots etc, but let’s just stick with sentient beings.

To continue…

Rat by name but not by nature!

So thanks to the guys who harvested the crop, who picked the fruit/nuts/whatever, who transported it all to the warehouse/shops; thanks to the shopkeepers who served me, even thanks to that (annoying) self-service machine in the supermarket that tells me to put my money in when I’ve already done so and gives me a load of shrapnel in change instead of a single coin.  Grrr… Well someone invented it, designed it.  Thanks to you too!  The thing is though, if there’s a hitch in this long chain of dependency, the food doesn’t end up on our plate which reminds me of how very connected we all are, not just on FB.  Last but not least, there’s the weather that determines the fate/flourishing of our crops so widening the circle, I imply thanks to The Universe as well.  And let’s not forget the bees either!  Without them we’re screwed…  At this juncture I recall that cumulative tale/nursery rhyme about ‘The malt that lay in the house that Jack built’ so in the same vein, trying to be clever and not succeeding…

“Thanks to the guys who drill for the oil, that runs the tractor, that delivers the food

that lies on the plate before me”. 

Feel free to post an improvement under ‘comments’… Any comment would be nice!  Next blog will be more intellectual and longer… Yawns all round!

And the banana?  Well, that was a ploy to catch your attention… beginning to think I’m going bananas… (“You already are” my kids’ll say)… Sooo, shall post a photo of a simple dessert I do which is nourishing… decadent if you add the (soya) ice cream but helps if you’re not so keen on tahini.  For this you will need 1 or 2 bananas, peeled and placed in a bowl.  Drizzle over 2 generous tablespoons of stoneground tahini, then sprinkle 2 tablespoons of ground almonds.  Finally add a couple of scoops of vanilla soya ice cream, et voila.  Enjoy… and don’t forget to thank the guys who climbed the trees, who powered the ship…. Boring.

Seriously though, living your life in gratitude is one key to health and longevity.

Now got to wait a couple of days for my bananas to ripen, to make the dessert, to take the pic, before I can press ‘publish’!

So this is what happened to the ‘nana…

So how did I do?  Checking word count… Drat, well over the 500.  N’er mind, eh.  Woman of few words, that’s me. InfuturemaybeIshouldwritelikethis!

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