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Sitting in the Atrium with my friend, M.T., the early spring light pouring in. Eating cheese souffle. Talking about the sermon we’d just heard from Jack Spong, or Michael Curry, Nadia Boltz-Weber or maybe John Philip Newell. Sharing a meal along with our thoughts, insights, inspirations.
After the cheese souffle is long gone, M.T. leans in from across the table, her mischievous green eyes sparkling. “You know . . . You can get chocolate sauce AND butterscotch sauce on your ice cream for dessert.”
“What?” I gasp.
She smiles with a knowing nod. “Yes.”
Just then, our volunteer waiter returns, pencil and pad poised.
“Ice cream all the way, please,” she orders.
“Make that two.”
Our desserts arrive, swimming in one thick river of chocolate and another thicker river of butterscotch, meeting and converging on the ice cream square and melting it ever so slightly. Each bite we take with our soup spoons—a little taste of heaven.
True abundance. Body, mind, Spirit.
M.T.’s gone now, too soon from this world. For years she was my spiritual companion and teacher, a true anam cara or soul friend. But she’s still with me often, especially at the Lenten lunch table when my ice cream arrives. I raise my soup spoon in her honor. Then dig in.
May we all receive blessing upon blessing. And may we realize our power to bless, heal, and renew one another. ― John O'Donohue, To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Invocations and Blessings
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