It’s a fluid movement
like bowing with mindful reverence –
under
lift
turn
lower
slide out
No need to rush or transfer two at a time
Feel the gentle weight of each soft cookie
Hold it briefly while hot
Release it securely to cool
Bless the process
Savor the blessing
This poem was inspired by a late-night cookie baking session and the memory of a visit to Seoul, Korea where I had the opportunity to watch the fluid movements of women performing Ochetuji each morning at the Buddhist temple across the street from my hotel.
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“Bless the process
Savor the blessing” and enjoy a gooey cookie 🙂 I love this poem. You have elevated cooking making to an art in your poem and you make a great point about our lives, there’s “No need to rush or transfer two at a time”
we should stop and “Feel the gentle weight of each soft cookie” 🙂
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Thank you so much, Melinda. I get the impression you took some time with this poem. Thanks for dropping by for a cookie – they are almost gone. I’ll have to make some more. 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂 the poem and the cookie were both wonderful. 🙂 do make some more of both 🙂
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I liked this poem ! Short but nice and to the point 🙂
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Thank you and thanks for dropping by.
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This will be one good tasting cookie with all that went into it. It would feel like biting into a blessing 🙂
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Oh, I like that – biting into a blessing! Thanks.
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My pleasure LuAnne.
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