I like cheese

I've discovered some interesting facts about myself in the past couple of years. One of which, is that I like cheese. I mean, I've always loved mac and cheese and melted cheese on the occasional burger but that's not what I'm talking about here. I'm talking about getting serious enjoyment out of the taste of cheese. Surprisingly, this new found pleasure in cheese has helped to hone my mindfulness.

Time alone, truly with, and within myself, is hard to come by nowadays. But the other day during lunch, I was able to be within. Fully. Perfect cup of English breakfast tea - which means with a splash of half and half and just enough honey. Hot, piping, Italian sesame baguette fresh from the oven. Tiny saucer of olive oil sprinkled with a little course sea salt. Five morsels of gorgonzola and a small triangle of Parmigiano. Oh the flavors and the textures! It was a party in my mouth and on my tongue. Each taste was exquisite.

And with each bite, the sun shone brighter through my window. The quiet was even more soothing. Surrounded by the mess that is my kitchen, appreciation had grown.

Appreciation. Gratitude. Mindfulness. It's all inter-connected. We are all so inter-connected. There is no beginning and no ending. We are the beginning and the ending. I am. you are. He is. She is. It is.

Mindfulness is a powerful tool. THE most powerful tool. Usually things or people with power can be corrupted easily. Not so with mindfulness.

May our collective mindfulness enjoy some cheese.