so, often we hear the phrase, “it needs a woman’s touch.” it got me thinking. where do we (women) learn this, or is it innate? i do know that i think about the sense of touch all the time. sometimes touch can speak volumes. this morning while i was giving my dog a treat i noticed how softly his lips (if they even really are lips) took the treat form my fingers. like a little kiss. this got me going through my favorites. a warm blanket fresh out of the drier on a winter afternoon. a cuddle (that’s JUST a cuddle) from my man. hugs from my babies (even though i’m not supposed to squeeze their bums anymore). my bed, oh how i do love thee, any time any day. reading in the sun.
i think all of these sensations teach a woman what she needs to know to offer comfort. right now i have a dear friend who is going through the process of the loss of a loved one. i feel at a loss. i want to make sure that she can be refueled. that she feels there is a place in the day that she can be the taker. just a fraction of the day where she can sit and be mindless. maybe, have the meal be an opportunity to smile with her family. i do this for her. i do it for me too. i have a burning need to fix it. to make it better. to temper this helplessness. to make balance, because i am so desperately relieved that it’s not me. that i’m not having to prepare my children for this loss. that when i lay my head on my pillow i am thinking about who i have to get where the next day….not wishing it were all a bad dream. i cook for balance. i cook to show the gods that i am good. pass me over. i don’t wish ill on anyone. but, when the ax next falls let it fall far away from the ones that i know and love.
i cook to touch my friend in her darkness…but i cook for insurance too.