One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ~Virginia Woolf
Weekends in our home usually include made-to-order breakfasts. Well, they’re made by me in response to the individual requests of my son and husband. [And I’m truly grateful for the opportunity and ability to do so.] Conversely, my breakfast is a hastily, yet nutritiously concocted meal of oatmeal with ground flaxseed, chia seeds and pecans. It’s a quick, easy, nutritious and satiating go-to for me, most every day of the week.
This morning, after serving the men of the house, I decided to treat myself to a breakfast of French toast. What a thoroughly decadent treat it was, not only in the deliciousness of the meal, but in the sitting down and truly treating myself for a change facet of it. To not rush through breakfast, but to savor the meal and the moment was so good for my harried soul. Why is it, we oftentimes care for the needs of others, without tending to our own?
I [and perhaps you, too] need to remember, our greatest joys, pleasures and treasures are found in the threads of life’s tapestry, and not necessarily in the tapestry itself.