Next time you are standing in the kitchen with an egg in your hands I ask you to stop what you are doing and look at it.

Run your fingers over the firm, cool surface, take in shape and texture of this immaculate piece of God. Hold it to your face, close your eyes and let it rest on your cheek or lips.

See God clearly now.

When it comes time to crack the shell, and you will know when that is, hold it to the bowl, tap, tap, tap. Listen with your ears, let the soft tapping in to your being.

Let the sound of the shell cracking resonate deeply in your heart and soul.

Hear God’s words, do not miss a thing. The message is for you, here and now.

Watch the contents spill into your bowl or cup, like love, the nourishing life source that it is. Do not sway from the moment, this is your yellow and your soft white, spilling.

Take the time to revel in the awesomeness of perfection before you.

See God offer itself in pliable receptivity, without regret, in unbridled innocence.

Take a fork and begin to move through the centre of this piece of pure consciousness, meld the gold with the clarity and feel unity enter your being.

This moment is for you.

Create a dish of spectacular delight, every ingredient, singing in perfect pitch. allow the harmony of the exquisite nature of God to bring light to your kitchen and to your soul.

When you place the culinary masterpiece before you on the table, spend a moment in gratitude. let yourself connect with every being that stood in the kitchen with you.

Give thanks to the world for participating in this meal, from the farmers to the sun, the wholesalers, even the boy who cleaned the chicken coop. Remember the man who fixed the tractor and the girl who sowed the seeds that fed the chickens, thank the hen who delivered the egg.

Spread your blessings out to swim in the ocean of LOVE that came together to birth this moment.

Breathe in the magnificence of God, who is the egg, who was the hand that held the egg.

And when food touches tongue, know that without YOU this moment could never be.

Until next time,

keep breathing,





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