Have you ever had a hankering for something to eat that hopped into your mind and refused to leave? The kind of intense craving that makes your mouth begin to water and holds all of your thoughts captive. Once the yearning is there, you may as well surrender because you are powerless while under its spell. This happens to me quite often.
Some of my favorite memories are generously served up on platters, on plates and in bowls. In the South, gathering around a table full of large amounts of “from scratch” food is not only commonplace, it’s downright expected. In fact, if food is not involved, it is questioned as to whether it is even a gathering at all.
I carefully watched as the large tree limbs gently swayed back and forth as if they were dancing with the wind. As the force of the wind increased, the limbs bent even more to accommodate yet always came back to their original position. It was amazing to watch their resilient dance with nature.
I recently came upon a large box I had stored and wondered what it contained. My curiosity got the better of me. As I carefully opened the lid, I was greeted with lumps of crumpled white tissue paper used to fill in the gaps. I immediately tossed them aside in search of the real treasures they protected.
One thing I do know is that if anything major is going to happen with our computer, it waits until Debra is out of town. When Debra is more than 100 miles away, the components of our computer join forces to have a little fun with me.
I stared at the blank piece of white paper in front of me in hopes that some inspiration would come to my rescue. This was hardly the first time I found myself in this situation. It happens every time I begin the process of creating.
Outside the window, a group of chirping birds sang a melodious concert in perfect harmony. The theme of their performance was one filled with joy and happiness. The birds seemed to herald the change in the air -- something's coming and the birds are excited. They're not the only ones, either.
It was a cool, wet day in Atlanta 33 years ago. The rain was coming down in sheets and the sky was gray and gloomy. In spite of the weather, our spirits were flying high because just two days earlier, my wife, Debra, had given birth to our son, Blake. It was an exciting, glorious day when Blake said hello to the world.
Growing up in my family, it certainly didn't have to be Valentine's Day to whip up something chocolate. In fact, we didn't have to be celebrating any holiday at all! Chocolate flowed from our kitchen like a river full of delicious sweetness.
I watched as the knife sliced through the butter without hesitation. The soft, creamy butter was simply no match for the sharp edge of the knife. Before it even had a chance to resist, it was too late. The damage was done and the butter was evenly spread over a piece of bread. Before I took a bite, I gave this some thought.
'Blake, we are so proud of you, your recent engagement and all your accomplishments," we told our son the other day. It was great to have the opportunity to say these words and to see the gleam in his eyes. What a gift! So many times we are cheated out of that chance.
'Do you remember when?" are four words that have the magical power to pull back the cloudy veil hiding our past and to unleash childhood memories from long ago. In a matter of seconds after hearing these words, more memories than can even be processed scurry to the surface like an air bubble rising in water.