In this time, I have discovered the gentle art of cloistered cooking. The very act of preparing a meal is a prayer of thanksgiving and praise. Peeling potatoes, cutting up vegetables, and turning it all into a supper of substance is a beautiful meaningful act. Because of the times we live in, this very ordinary act does not seem very ordinary at all.
I often listen to praise music as I work. My hands may be mashing potatoes or stirring a pot of chili but my spirit is singing. I am not alone. I feel God's presence in these every day moments.
In times like these, cloistered cooking becomes a gentle art, a gift, an offering, and a praise.