I was chatting with a friend this morning about breastfeeding babies.  It's been around eighteen years or so since I last had to supply sustenance for a life from my own mammary glands, but there are still situations that make that memory of wanting to attach my nipple to something and GIVE.  Today's conversation was one of those opportunities.  And suddenly brunch for two turned into brunch for six.  Ceredwyn and Brian came with Gwyneth and Owain.  I made a strata with last night's scalloped potatoes, a pound of sausage, a little bacon, some eggs and milk and three cheeses.  I made waffles with warm maple syrup and butter.  A moses melon was carved into pieces just right for consumption.  I baked a blue berry pie with a crumb topping.  I did it all in about an hour.  The meal fell together easily. 

We all ate, and ate well.  The food was well appreciated, the kids noisy, the dogs barking.  After a while that feeling of needing to nurture and nourish left my breasts and calm settled not only within the house but within.  The family left.  The Chief is napping.  I've done some knitting, stacked the dishes for washing.  Tomorrow I will cook the plum tomatoes into sauce or stew them.  I'm leaning towards stewing actually.  I miss opening a can of stewed tomatoes in the winter that I have put up.I've plenty of Mason jars with the requisite seals and lids. I've got my Blue Book.  I've all the accoutrements necessary for Home Canning.   I've a bounty of plum tomatoes given to me by a patient. Think I'll do it,tomorrow.

It will soon be time for canning applesauce.  I've been wanting to use my juicer lately, but have not been able to find the screen.  Without the screen and the handy dandy piece that keeps it in place, my juicer won't work.  Darned safety features! So I've got carrots and parsley, melon and grapes waiting to be juiced.  I've placed an order for the necessary replacement parts.  I even ordered a large holed screen so I may pass the hot applesauce through the juicer to separate pulp and seeds from the cooked product. 

I am aware thtat as I've been feeling more well within my body, I want to do more of what's needed to continue to feel well.  This is rather a new experience for me.  Usually, when an activity or lifestyle change has started to make me feel more whole, more comfortable within my body, I stop doing what ever.  And why not? After all, I feel better, therefore I no longer need to take care of the problem in that way.  The problem no longer exists.  And then Voila! The problem returns and I am bewildered until I remember that I responded in a way that reduced pain or made some aspect of living in here easier.  Depending on how motivated I am, I may or may not return to the behaviour that made life more bearable.  Unfortunately, when using pain as a motivator, I procrastinate.  The good news is that it's taking less pain to motivate myself.  This is progress indeed.

Blessings abound