Saturday Morning: Visions of Love

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As I worked in the kitchen this morning preparing breakfast, I played Tibetan meditation track on You Tube. I like the sounds of running water and the solemn sounds of the Tibetan singing bowls. As I work with my hands, my concentration is on the sharp knife as I cut thimagese potatoes. I first cut them in half then in quarters, and then dice them and place them in the bowl. I have a sense of peace as I repeat this process. Half way through, my mind began to replay an image of Grandma and Aunt Clara working in the kitchen. They both rose really early. I was always
asleep and never heard Grandma get out of her bed, go to the bathroom and dress. I was always awaken by the smells from the kitchen.

By the time I washed, dressed and came down to the kitchen, most of breakfast was already prepared and the table set waiting for everyone. Aunt Clara would leave the kitchen and go to attend to Uncle Josh. She made sure he had his basin of water to wash. He dressed himself and came down the stairs to his waiting wheel chair.

Those visions brought a smile to my face and a warmth in my heart.

A Backstory Memory: “Pearl the Little Light that Shines”  from Gladstone Publishing Services

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