On Thursday, we ate at McDonalds (drive thru). On Friday, friends treated us to pizza. Saturday found us again eating in the car, as we wended our way to a soccer game in Malden.
Then came Sunday. What a blessing: a pot-luck dinner, to which wonderful denizens of Watertown brought something they grew, something locally-made, or a family recipe. We paused before dining to acknowledge the sacredness of food, to remind ourselves how fortunate we are to have it, and to honor the gift of community.
The meal was amazing. As usual with pot-luckage, there was more than enough. Children drew a garden on a wall poster. Stories and recipes were exchanged. The early harvest of the community garden arrived in the form of a beautiful salad – almost too lovely to eat.
I wonder how many of our physical, social, and emotional ills as a nation would improve if such gatherings happened more often.