manlycornhusk's blog post - A childs healing brush

I've come closer to the meaning of life, in the arms of family, than ever in my days on this earth. We find our children mighty responsibilities as they grow beyond our hopes and dreams. When they have come to the place we had stood and decided to have families and responsibilities themselves, they bring blessings into our lives. The cycle continues with births and deaths but always reflecting well back on the previous generations.

A simple act, well, simple for less virgoestic of us, as making broccoli soup. The act, in itself..nothing special. The need to nourish, to provide, certainly never a more basic idea. It takes young eyes to see the true magic that lives around us and colors our most menial tasks with discovery and wonder.

I simmered the florets, chopped onion and brocolli stems, cooking them till tender in chicken broth to be pureed for the heart of the soup. Spices and flourishing stirs, a few more ingredients and soon, a hot, flavorful pot of soup awaits the hungry. That is what I saw. How did I become so jaded as to miss the magic of the whole dance?

This is what my grand-daughter saw when she found that grand-pa had made soup:


Through her eyes....the rich dish was cooked in a soup mug the size never before seen, amazingly, warming itself on the dining room table!

Magic....pure, untainted magic brought forth by innocent eyes to bless us with it's satisfying broth. I think she made the better soup than grand-pa. Hers warmed me deeply and lingered long after the flavor was forgotten. It's texture and consistency, perfection. I am blessed by my children and my childrens children and perhaps by my childrens, childrens children before I leave this world to them.

I do not fear where the new generation will take this planet....as long as it remembers to use it's magic.

Peace and Love and a sprinkling of Magic in your lives...all.