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Post by kurtzphil69 on Sept 15, 2014 13:48:44 GMT -5
Childhood memories (good ones) often evoke vestiges of a time in our lives that we associated food with comfort that somehow also fed our soul.
I remember spending the day with my siblings in the woods playing. We were maybe a half mile away from home, but close enough that if Mom of Dad called we could here them...Sometimes, we didn't get called till toward the end of the day when Mom might holler from the front porch:
"Come and eeeeeeeat! Cornbread and beans....!!" (not beans and cornbread, cornbread and beans...gotta say it right-had to keep the right order) Then we'd get all excited and run home yelling/singing cornbread and beans, cornbread and beans, like some happy songbirds who gather together for their confabs.
And so it often is with comforting rituals. And certain times of the year cause us to yearn for soul food, regardless of our personal spiritual beliefs. So basic, really, but do we stop and think about how/why these things 'feed' us in more ways than one.
We grow up. We sometimes then begin to establish our own making of comfort/soul food for our families. But there is something in us that also yearns to hearken back to the days of our childhood when we got to play all day in the woods.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2014 15:23:54 GMT -5
hewbrews 11 is a soul food source for me...
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Post by BobWilliston on Sept 15, 2014 23:59:54 GMT -5
Childhood memories (good ones) often evoke vestiges of a time in our lives that we associated food with comfort that somehow also fed our soul. I remember spending the day with my siblings in the woods playing. We were maybe a half mile away from home, but close enough that if Mom of Dad called we could here them...Sometimes, we didn't get called till toward the end of the day when Mom might holler from the front porch: "Come and eeeeeeeat! Cornbread and beans....!!" (not beans and cornbread, cornbread and beans...gotta say it right-had to keep the right order) Then we'd get all excited and run home yelling/singing cornbread and beans, cornbread and beans, like some happy songbirds who gather together for their confabs. And so it often is with comforting rituals. And certain times of the year cause us to yearn for soul food, regardless of our personal spiritual beliefs. So basic, really, but do we stop and think about how/why these things 'feed' us in more ways than one. We grow up. We sometimes then begin to establish our own making of comfort/soul food for our families. But there is something in us that also yearns to hearken back to the days of our childhood when we got to play all day in the woods. I think it's the comfort of activities that keep us mindful of good times that feeds a need in us to be secure in our place in the world -- kind of like an anchor. We don't return to rituals that have been uncomfortable or hurtful.
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Post by bubbles on Sept 16, 2014 0:34:18 GMT -5
Childhood memories (good ones) often evoke vestiges of a time in our lives that we associated food with comfort that somehow also fed our soul. I remember spending the day with my siblings in the woods playing. We were maybe a half mile away from home, but close enough that if Mom of Dad called we could here them...Sometimes, we didn't get called till toward the end of the day when Mom might holler from the front porch: "Come and eeeeeeeat! Cornbread and beans....!!" (not beans and cornbread, cornbread and beans...gotta say it right-had to keep the right order) Then we'd get all excited and run home yelling/singing cornbread and beans, cornbread and beans, like some happy songbirds who gather together for their confabs. And so it often is with comforting rituals. And certain times of the year cause us to yearn for soul food, regardless of our personal spiritual beliefs. So basic, really, but do we stop and think about how/why these things 'feed' us in more ways than one. We grow up. We sometimes then begin to establish our own making of comfort/soul food for our families. But there is something in us that also yearns to hearken back to the days of our childhood when we got to play all day in the woods.
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Post by bubbles on Sept 16, 2014 0:45:08 GMT -5
Soul food or feeding the soul for me is about being one with nature, smelling freshly cut grass, the sound of water running over rocks. The smell of fresh flowers the suns warmth on my cool skin. Most of all the ocean to watch its awesome presence changing color. Swollen depths of mystery. Sparkling and glistening. A moment in time where my soul meets the earth created for me and you. The feel of sand between my toes. Mountains rivers lakes beaches even the desert. Breathing in clean fresh air. All make this place home where we can enjoy the provision and appreciate who created it all. Being with nature detoxes mind and restores my soul.
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Post by faune on Sept 16, 2014 1:20:19 GMT -5
Soul food or feeding the soul for me is about being one with nature, smelling freshly cut grass, the sound of water running over rocks. The smell of fresh flowers the suns warmth on my cool skin. Most of all the ocean to watch its awesome presence changing color. Swollen depths of mystery. Sparkling and glistening. A moment in time where my soul meets the earth created for me and you. The feel of sand between my toes. Mountains rivers lakes beaches even the desert. Breathing in clean fresh air. All make this place home where we can enjoy the provision and appreciate who created it all. Being with nature detoxes mind and restores my soul.
Bubbles ~ Ah, you're a nature lover! Me, too!
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Post by bubbles on Sept 16, 2014 5:57:55 GMT -5
Soul food or feeding the soul for me is about being one with nature, smelling freshly cut grass, the sound of water running over rocks. The smell of fresh flowers the suns warmth on my cool skin. Most of all the ocean to watch its awesome presence changing color. Swollen depths of mystery. Sparkling and glistening. A moment in time where my soul meets the earth created for me and you. The feel of sand between my toes. Mountains rivers lakes beaches even the desert. Breathing in clean fresh air. All make this place home where we can enjoy the provision and appreciate who created it all. Being with nature detoxes mind and restores my soul.
Bubbles ~ Ah, you're a nature lover! Me, too!
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Post by bubbles on Sept 16, 2014 6:00:12 GMT -5
I havent thought so but maybe I am. I cant ly in the sun and hate heat. I was always outside as a child. Recently too.
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Post by bitterbetty on Sept 16, 2014 13:07:58 GMT -5
I don't know what was intended by the opening post, but it occurs to me that the greatest 'soul food' we can partake may not be physical food, but a different type of food. (although food can remind us of previous experiences associated it). We all need to eat and the better we eat the better we feel. The poorer our diets, the worse we feel. I know I am probably only saying that people already know, but our diet really really DOES affect our lives in a big way whether it's good or whether it's lacking...Just as we need to feed our body's, we need to feed our souls...
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Post by bitterbetty on Sept 16, 2014 13:19:27 GMT -5
...the long dirt road ( at least, it sure seemed long to us kids )....walking home from school on late summer days in September...for me, walking home from school was very much also a 'connect' with nature...even just in the various sounds of nature...crickets...cows...the occasional badger or bear...a cold country creek running softly and peacefully down stream...
...after walking up the long hill, I could look forward to a stretch of level ground to rest...here was also found the old APPLE ORCHARD...which too fed me an after-school snack in the very 'natural' way...after I drank from the stream, I would then look for apples to pick...oh they sure tasted good...grown very naturally and left to ripen on the the trees...sometimes you could pick them off the trees, but sometimes you could find a good apple that had already fallen to the ground...you pick it up, rub it on your shirt to clean it off and polish it, and there you had one of the best after-school snacks I've even known...sometimes we had the regular apples, but at other times we had the crab-apples...the crab-apple tree was the biggest tree in the orchard, but produced the smallest apples...
...drinking from the stream...that was an experience all its own too...the water was CLEAR and cold and after walking up that long hill in the hot September afternoon sun, it quenched the thirst that naturally arose after the climb...as you scoop up the water into your hands and then to your mouth, you naturally gaze into the stream and it's so clear you can see the creek beds...the various rocks...gazing into the stream would sometimes put me a sort of trance...
...the sun: it was still there alright, but it was a waning summer sun...we did not know how many more hot days we would be walking home from school like that...
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