I’m trying to stick with my resolution to think about what makes me happy to be alive and remember to tap into the gratitude I feel around it. I looked down at my supper tonight and was giving thanks to all the creatures and all the plants that had given their lives so that I could eat what I was about to eat. Then I thought further and thanked the farmers.
Once I thought about the farmers, I had to include the pickers, and the washers, packers, drivers, receivers, (breath) the shelvers, the checkout clerks, the delivery people … and, I think that’s it. Oh, and the fishermen. And that’s for the food that isn’t processed. If I had put cheese into what I was eating, I would have had to thank a whole slew of other people.
I sat looking at my supper for a while before I ate it, appreciating how many people had been involved in getting a simple meal onto my table. Sure, academically I knew all of this already, but today I was just doing my regular blessing of my food before I ate it. I realized that it’s not as simple as it looks. I think I need to rephrase my blessing for tomorrow.