I love kitchens, especially ones with wood-fired ovens, gas stoves, and space for people in love with all things cooking want to be. As I reflected on a space that once was, I wondered if it would ever be filled with the sounds of pans being put in the oven, food being prepared, and the conversation and laughter that goes with being alive. In silence, I realised how much I enjoyed being a part of and even near a kitchen that is alive and functioning. With this replaying in my mind, I sit in the quietness of a new dawn, considering my approach to the day ahead.
Hope changes everything. When I have an idea of what I can do with the ingredients at hand, I am filled with a sense of possibilities and hope. I know there will be challenges in pulling the meal off, but with the right tools and help, anything is possible! The stronger the hope, the more my creativity comes into play. There is so much within to draw on. I find myself sitting like the scene in an old story; “The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next.” (Romans 8.19)
Enjoyment and satisfaction emerge with action. Preparing, cooking, presenting, and consuming are scenes of our lives with movement that create experiences and outcomes. Even watching is an action that yields results. Sometimes one forgets, in the heat when sweat is dripping off my body in places I never imagined, that this moment is what life is all about. Yes, it can get hot. For sure, there will be moments where my next step comes with doubts. The outcome may seem uncertain. The heart and intent can be foundations on which hope acts to bring enduring enjoyment and satisfaction. Each building memories that teach while infusing one’s soul with courage.
Waiting does not mean that nothing is happening. In the shell of what was, I hear life’s siren call to plan, prepare, and to act. Today is for living with reflection, learning, and taking it step by step.
