This morning I sensed babies as I stood in Provence Bakery with five baguettes cradled in my arms.
These locally made loaves of bread were headed to my kitchen to be cubed and soaked all day in a rich concoction that would eventually be baked to become bread pudding to be shared with others.
Yet in that moment, bread in my arms, I felt kin to the world's mothers, all women and men who hold and have held babies in the bend of their arms.
How is it that we get so far away from our first story of Love? How do we get separated from that first sense memory of being held in loving arms?
Our bodies remember what our minds forget. And this morning standing in the bakery, my body remembered the sense of shared love!
Awakened by my senses, I knew and felt love that in turn was energetically transmitted to those loaves of bread the way parents share love with held babies. That vibration of my love will go out into the world through bread pudding, my gift of food.
I imagine bread pudding, as well as this story, awakening a loving sense memory in all who partake of them.
Bread and story filled (field) of love feed us, allowing our bodies to remember what our hearts and the child once felt.
-Dawn! The Good News Muse 15 December 2010
Coming later, a video inspired by Butterscotch Habanero Bread Pudding.