While at breakfast, I write observations, and, sometimes, ask a question which, I believe, Spirit answers. These blog entries are only excerpts of what was communicated to me by Spirit since most are too long to post here. If desired, complete pieces will be available for download at a later time.
I love breakfast.....now. I never used to like it. It came too early and it made me queezy. Eggs at eight? No way.
It wasn't until I moved to Los Angeles from the Midwest that the whole breakfast thing caught on for me. I lived in Manhattan Beach, a block from the ocean. This smallish seaside town is one of the most beautiful and breakfast loving towns on the West coast. I found restaurants and diners galore in my neighborhood that were known for breakfast and, more importantly, brunch. Brunch clearly communicated that I needn't eat eggs at eight.
More often than not, I ate while viewing the ocean and ate alone - at least once a week. It became a foodie meditation of sorts.
I started bringing a notebook and pen along to brunch to get some observations on paper. What I found; however, is that my awareness of my environment, with a notebook in hand, became intensified. I noticed the other patrons eating near me, read body language, saw behaviors that I could almost categorize. Each diner I visited was different. Depending on the neighborhood, there were differences in patrons as well as menus. Views out the window changed as did views inside.
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I wrote what I noticed, and loved this time alone, but found, over time that my pen had a mind of its own. If I had a problem in mind, I wrote this in my notebook, hoping to rid myself of depression or angst or a seemingly unsolvable issue.
What happened next was quite unexpected. In my little space within a favorite restaurant or diner, I wrote what came to my mind after a question was posed. What I can only categorize as Spirit, spoke to my mind very clearly and I wrote these responses down.
Later, when reviewing what was written, I was quite sure these thoughts were not from my own mind alone. The language was different - almost as if a loving being or beings were instructing me and giving me help from another kitchen I could not see. As a result of these writings, my breakfast/brunch time has become not only enjoyable, but sacred.
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I decided to share these writings with you thinking maybe they were not just for me alone. I hope you take them as they were given - breakfast with a free side of wisdom.
Oh, and one more thing. I almost always order the same thing: two eggs over easy, sausage, hash browns and an English muffin.