Having won a free pizza this past Wednesday, I'm still noshing on a few slices.
Here's the curious thing about my pizza habit. I eat my slices with a knife and fork until I get about an inch away from the crust. Then I pick it up with my fingers.
The world seems quite defined by who eats with fingers and who eats with utensils. Now it seems to me that is the starting point for practicing conversation and engagement. I mean if we can begin to accept the differences with how we shovel food into our faces then we can start to find the common ground of digestion and elimination.
Once food is in our mouths, the process of our bodies using it is all the same.
Am I suggesting that an occasional reference to digestion and the ability to accept the differences in how we deliver that food to our teeth = or gums as the case may be= is the beginning of world peace?
Yasureyoubetcha! Next time the food is near your lips remind yourself what happens after it passes into mouths is all the same the whole world over.
Love,
Deborah
About Me
- The Social Contemplative
- What does it mean to be a social contemplative? A person who has spent a lot of time reflecting on a very busy life with diverse experiences that have , in spite of herself, yielded a lot of wisdom she wishes to pass on to others. Deborah loves people but recharges her batteries alone. Sitting in the presence of her own life is mandatory. Reflection and centering happen in the midst of the whirl of a populated world. Born on the East Coast, living all her adult life on the West Coast she is a hybrid of cultures. She is a mom, a writer, and a teacher who sings, reads and swims for fun. And yes she is ordained, but don’t hold that against her. She believes we are more than conquerors and most days there’s a smile on her face because she deals with life in real time. She’s a whole lot funnier than this description makes her sound. Lastly, it’s important to know she’s a paper and pencil gal in a digital world.
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