It's Wednesday, August 26th and I headed over to Springfield early this morning to have the AC compressor fixed. Trevor chuckled when I told him I had the heater on in the car - and asked if I wanted to hold off. Yes...that would make sense.
With some time freed up, I headed over to meet my eldest at the diner.
Although I wasn't even hungry, the owner mentioned her homemade donut holes and brought two out....
They were roughly the size of my palm and as I savored each bite, I realized this was exactly what I wanted. Something that was made with great love and pride.
Have you noticed that food tastes better when it is made by someone loving?
Years ago, I remember reading this book by Aimee and thinking that we are all impacted by how we are fed - not only the food we eat, really - the impressions, too; the emotions of the people making the food. It's Kitchen Magic, really.
Do you cook?
Do you love cooking?
Does it sometimes feel like drudgery?
As I painted this afternoon, I thought about Nathan and our conversation at the diner.
He was recently promoted to manager of the restaurant 'Mr. Darcy's' in Ludlow.
Nathan and I chatted about the routine things that have been happening. When I shared a few of my timeline-shift experiences - like a personal Mandela Effect (more than once the person I was talking to had a very different memory of what happened than I did) he looked at me and said: "sounds like something you need to heal."
How did this young man get so wise?
In order to 'heal' this - what would I clear?
Is it just the concept of the Mandela Effect that I clear? Or my specific instances?
Is it about timelines merging individually and collectively?
Are there additional, residual emotions that need to emerge?
It's been a good puzzle all day...
Maybe time to sleep on it.