Soup

I have spent the last several days trying to avoid a cold. I’m faithfully doing all the right things—plenty of fluids, as much rest as my cough will allow, keeping sugar intake low, extra amounts of my chosen vitamins and immunity-boosters. I’ve also been careful to wash hands and not to breathe directly on people who insist on hugging me. If you’re one of those people from Saturday’s conference day, you might want to pop some extra vitamin C (or oil of oregano, or zinc something-or-other… or any of the other favourites recommended by the several caring people who noticed my unfortunate condition.

Some of you know I’m also in the midst of moving house, with all the inherent annoyances, frustrations and irritations associated with that process. (As an aside: it’s going well. I’m finding lots to like about the new place and plan to be very comfy there for a long time to come.)

I am enjoying unpacking the boxes I so carefully packed weeks ago, in order to declutter my house for selling. It is lovely to have my beloved stuff back again. It seems a very long time that I haven’t seen this elephant, or that painting, or these lovely jars and tea pots and sugar bowls. I do find my special things give me comfort and security as I’m settling in to the new place. Oh yes, there are still boxes to unload, shelves to erect and books to arrange on them. Books also give joy, just by being there!

Now, for the “good word” I announced. My cupboard is bare and I must fill it one of these days. But for today I have a need for soup! What is there about it that soothes and gives comfort? I believe there is even research to support this notion. (Chicken soup is referred to as “Jewish penicillin.”)

So you may think of me in my cozy chair, with my purring cat. You may send up a prayer for my good health. And I shall eat some soup and have a nap and see you all tomorrow.

Posted by Marion