Cooking Meditation No. 623

For a moment just now, you are totally in the moment while chopping celery.

Did you ever notice the sound celery makes as the knife parts it? Gutteral, bearish grunts when the blade is slow; high, almost gleeful clicks as you pick up speed. The scent too is released while you work, perfuming the cutting board, the knife, and your hands. It is something close to fresh and new, an innocent being born of a hopeful earth.

Finally you pick up the wet half-moons and gather them in a bowl. This moment of introspection has come to a close.