An onion for soup... Crunchy, papery "skins". How many evenings have I begun with an onion? How many the world over have one sizzling in a pot right now, slick with oil?
Knifing into milky softness... slice, slice...
But how many pots are empty tonight? How many have been hungry today?
World Hunger has statistics that will break your heart and make you think about the body and an onion in a new light, and about all the different kinds of hunger out there.
And then there's hunger for Spirit. Do you ever hunger for more in your already full life? I know I do sometimes. Do you ever need to give yourself away to feel full again? I do. I think there's a link between hunger and Spirit.
(An onion heart... almost... ;o)
I feel to be in a time of expanding life lived in greater love, grace, faith and charity. Thinking of ways I can love more, believe more strongly, give more generously & graciously.
Slicing and dicing down through many years, and
Every year I grow a new layer
I want to peel away all the layers, give them all away.
Nothing but sizzling, pure radiant light...