It's an underrated meditation, the savoring of little things. The last few days I've suffered from some anxiety and restlessness. The world is in flux and watching the news cycle, it's all too easy to get swept up in the feelings of general dread that have manifested itself into our collective consciousness.
Yesterday, after a day out in the sun, I came in and made caramelized onions for the cheeseburgers we were having. My mind was gnarled and knotted with a constant string of thoughts and theories, but I humbled myself to the patience it took to make the onions. I thought back to only a year ago when--in my haste--I did not allow myself the proper time and effort to create the perfect caramelized onions and how ironically, one year later, I found myself eaten away by a strange melancholia. That's the funny thing about cooking--no matter if the world is going to pot, as long as you follow the recipe it creates some sort of order in the world and offers a momentary comfort.
I think we forget as people that we're much more empathetic than we believe. Either that or maybe we're caught within a wraith of our anxiety and allow ourselves to become complacent to feelings of dread.
However, the best thing I find you can do is to really savor something and make time for gratitude. By being grateful for what you already possess, you'll allow that seed of tranquility to germinate and grow an entire garden of peace. It can be hard during these oppressive times, but I do believe by slowing down and making time for the things we love can offer comfort.
I read somewhere we need to remember to nurture the child that lives in all of us. For me, that means making a cup of tea when I'm sad, reading a book, making myself food I love, and going to bed early if I'm tired. If that doesn't work, I do what my Grammy always recommended to me: going outside for a long, brisk walk. Walking is such a wonderful way to commune with nature, to take in our entire world. There's something about the order to the universe that is so humbling, how the seasons always come and go. Lately, I've found myself so grateful to really soak in the seasons, to not impatiently rush through them but to bask in and honor them.
Life is so short and it can be so easy to be swept up in the brutality of existence, but we must always remember to savor the little things.