Back to my roots..eating with my hands
I have noticed lately that i prefer to use my hands to eat with, over forks, knives and spoons . Especially my traditional Sri Lankan food or similar .
I notice that it helps me feel, smell and connect with the food, with the soil it was grown on, with the many hands and souls that took part in getting it on to our table .
My nervous system regulates, grounds and i come into my body
A simple delicious mindfulness practice brining me into the present moment free of touch screens , keyboards, metal utensils and objects of distraction
To be given the opportunity to interact , play with and enjoy life’s intricate creations of nature is such a blessing .
I can feel the cardamom pods , cloves , cumin seeds and shreds of ginger through the oily base of coconut infused curry and rice. The simple pleasure of pressing out extra scent and flavour whilst massaging my fingers in textural heaven is such good therapy.
It’s free!
My sensory nodes are palpated , teased and left with ignited fire in my belly and simmering juices ready to digest this sacred meal.
I don’t want distance between me and this sacred prayer . I don’t want a metal or plastic utensil to be in the way…just my bare naked hands that organically knows the alchemy of pulsing, blending and creating heaven on earth .
These hands know how to feed and serve with its bare skin, growing wrinkles, aging joints and love
Let me feed you, where not only your belly is filled but also your heart and soul…
As I get older i really am reverting back to the simplicity and innocence of a child
Have you watched a baby discover food before utensils are introduced ..the pleasure, the joy, the thrill of discovery …
Slow cooking, slow eating, slow breathing , slow hands ,just slow….
Back to my roots
Nilanthi
