In the last weeks of cooking school, as we prepared for
our final exam, we worked to make our creations into perfections that would
please the Chef/Instructors. We created them over and over again each night,
where the dishes were sent out to the school restaurant to delight the diners.
At lease we hoped they did! Each of us hoped that on the day of the finals we
would be give either a specific dish, or specific ingredients, to prepare where
we usually had our greatest successes. Creating came so much easier when it was
a dish you felt really comfortable preparing.
For the last few years I have been following the
practice of having a special word to ponder upon and meditate on for the New
Year. I hope to experience what it has to teach me, and also to be open to its
transforming power. I have read a number of articles in the last few weeks
reminding me that it is time to open up myself to receive one for 2015. Around
this time one year ago I started opening my heart to what my ‘word’ would be for
2014. “Feasting” was the word that came. A word that reminded me of those
‘best’ creations from cooking school; something I loved creating and found great
delight in. I somehow expected this word to be about the action of feasting,
of lively joyous meals around our dining table, with plenty of Don’t Eat Alone
meals at our faith community. Feasting would be all about creating and serving
and while others came to enjoy the feast. This would all unfold easily and
joyfully I thought.
Feasting, throughout 2014, has been about abundance -
enough to eat, plenty of laughter and love, energetic and lively discussions,
and plenty of conversations woven around difficult places in our lives that held
hope and tenderness. We have enjoyed good wine and great desserts and sat
around the table until the wine was finished and we had no space left to eat
another bite. There have been Don’t Eat Alone dinners where the number of
people sitting down to eat was double the number signed up! Somehow the food
stretched for everyone, although I was certain we would be short! (I always
worry about not haven enough for everyone almost every time I cook for a large
group.) Our second season of a Co-Op Kitchen had its abundances too. After the
learning experience of the first season working with the disenfranchised our
cooking lunches this second time around was even more creative, empowering and
fun.
I often enjoyed the large size gatherings from behind
the scenes in the kitchen. I would ask myself “how can I stay present when I
am so busy trying to make sure everyone has a place, and has enough to eat?”
There must be many people out there who ask the same question and I would love
to know how they find the right balance. Realistically, if my calling is to be
part of the preparing of the feast, I realize I have to lean into it and learn
to trust that it will all unfold. Leaning into it and trusting, theoretically,
joy should be the flavour that seasons this work and in this I taste the feast
from where I sit/stand.
Our church family had their annual St Nicolas lunch
this past weekend, an annual pot luck that is well attended. It was a loud and
boisterous affair with everyone crowding into the hall after the service. With
so many unforeseen extras wishing to join the table at the last minute, the
kitchen and hall staffs were somewhat overwhelmed. In the kitchen we were trying
to make sure that all the food was properly heated while in the hall, extra room
and extra tables had to be found. It was crazy, hectic, joyful and frustrating
all at once. The conversation level grew louder while many guests, sometimes
successfully, sometimes not, searched for a places to sit with their friends or
family. There was a full house for sure, but we did not have the heart to turn
anyone away. Perhaps this is also what the gentleness of the feast looks like -
making room, giving welcome, ensuring that no one is turned away.
Holding all of these thoughts, bundling them together,
“Feasting” has become something quite different for me. I have begun to observe
that at the larger dinner events there are those of us who keep watch for those
guests looking for spaces or looking a little confused. I relish this role of
gently inviting them to come in and assuring them that spaces will be found or
new ones created. Feasting has come to be firstly about this gentleness in
approach, outside the kitchen. Creating feasts is not solely about practicing
my culinary art in the kitchen but also being led to the table as a participant
and being fully awake to the gentleness of that moment. Seeing Feasting from
this perspective becomes more than having an abundance of good food but about
gratitude - gratitude for sacred space, peace, gentleness, story, colour,
texture and a celebration of our senses.
There is a gentleness to be embraced individually
around feasting. Does how I eat become a way of honouring my body, and letting
me love who and what I am? This is a huge challenge for me!
Feasting and being nourished has taken on a new shape,
new dimension for me. In this year I have often thought of the gentleness of
being fed as the ancient prophet Hosea wrote about:
“But they did not know that it was I who was
healing them,
who was guiding them on through human means with
reins of love.
With them I was like someone removing the yoke
from their jaws,
and I bent down to feed them.”
Another translation says “I gently caused them to
eat.”
Yes, gentleness is an essential part of the feast. I
see that more fully now.
Gentleness is an essential piece of letting us see and
honour the human dignity within each person.
Gentleness allows us to be more cautious in how we care
for this Earth, this place that is home for us.
Gentleness is how I see and experience God in the midst
of my pain during my dark days and in the midst of an often frantic way of
life.
Gentleness is an invitation that makes space for all at
the table
Gentleness that says all are worthy to come to the
communion table, in fact, more than worthy, for all are invited and welcomed
there simply because that is how love is.
Gentleness that soothes the pain of injustice, that
continues to be the voice for justness in the midst of injustice.
Gentleness invites each one of us to sit down, have a
coffee or a meal, and share our ideas. In our diversity and the differences we
will share our need to eat, to be fed and to be seen and heard.
So come and sit down, take this place, your place at
the table, and may gentleness rest upon your being.