The Sweet Smell of Herbs

Aw, the sweet smell of bread baking, fresh made butter, and fresh cut garlic infuse the kitchen this morning. Eager to start another loaf of bread after so many successful runs this weekend I looked forward to yet another recipe. The kitchen still a mess from breakfast I quickly get myself organized and ready to proceed with the creative process of being one with the herbs, butter, flour and more, literally it's everywhere.

I was completing my second round of making homemade butter when I noticed something interesting with the ingredients, they weren't making butter like my first two rounds. I poked at it and realized that the mixer was too hot to really make butter, so I thought I would just try a different container. However, the mixture had already heated up almost as if I was going to make hot chocolate with it. So I put my stuff away and put the cream into a container to cool.

Lesson One: When people are asked to change too quickly they will become over heated, too over stimulated and will not be able to keep the process solid. So doing too much at one time is not a good idea.

I cleaned up my mess and moved to making the Caraway Cheese Bread. All the ingredients are going in perfectly and then I need to add the Caraway. Well it was a new jar and the plastic around it didn't have a place for me to tear it away. So I get the knife out but then think, "Let me just open the lid and it will pop off." Well the lid did pop off and caraway seeds fell to the floor, now not a lot mind you.

Lesson Two: When we pop peoples lids too quickly and with too much force they are bound to drop some of the lessons on the floor to be wasted. It takes time to undo the wrapping around the illusions of an individual, when we all want to get some where quickly we cause a jam. We're all safe and sound, we all will enjoy the shift whether this time or next.

The bread is in the machine and it appears to be struggling just a little bit, it appears to be too dry. As I go over in my head if I even added the water I quickly see the cup that was used to fulfill this duty. I lifted the lid and proceeded to add just enough water to loosen the contents and help the blade to work a little easier.

Lesson Three: When we struggle with our contents and ingredients in life, spirit is always there to lend a hand and to ease the pressure, or presumed pressure.

It's interesting the spiritual lessons that we teach ourselves by grounding them here on our earthly playground. After realizing what is taking place within my own kitchen this morning I said a little thank you to God and proceeded to chop garlic. I took the little chopper out and the huge container of garlic and proceeded to use the processor to chop my garlic. Now I usually do this by hand because I love the feeling I get when I'm chopping it up and infusing it with the love that it brings to me. But we've been using so much of it lately I thought it might be good to have some on hand for those quick and easy breads I want to make. The fumes were over powering, my eyes began to burn just a bit and I could feel the healing powers of the garlic without even putting it into my body. It was being absorb through the essences that were being released through the processing.

Lesson Four: As we process ourselves and take full responsibility for what we hear, what we see, and where we are in life then we are able to open up to the healing possibilities, it may burn a bit but the pain quickly fades into joy.

I've learned a valuable lesson this weekend and that lesson is no matter what we are doing in life we are bringing spirit with us. And that what is above is also below, we are just grounding it, anchoring it here in the physical world to enjoy, embrace, and to better know thyself on this physical dimension.

Whether you are cleaning a toilet today, digging in dirt, chopping down a tree or watching TV ask yourself, "What is the deeper meaning in what I am doing today?" Pay attention to your signs and be willing to look at what you are unwilling to do.

Enjoy your Memorial Day weekend and realize that you are free!

Love, Velvete