Aroma Therapy.

Everyday (ok, most days), my thoughts, emotions, and restless soul make way to the kitchen to start what I call Aroma Therapy.  Those of you who know me, know I love to cook.  And let's just be honest, EAT!  But on Saturdays all my boys are home, so at around noon I start the weekend meal.  I hear them laughing and playing with my husband and there is always sports on the big screen filling the house with a sound that makes my heart leap with pure love.  I usually have no idea what I'm going to cook, unless one of my relatives or foodie friends has introduced me to something I cannot and will not live without.  So I just start cooking.  And my imagination takes over.  And  my stresses and hurts are lifted away with my ladle.  As I am transformed into my own creative world, a truly amazing thing begins to happen; the spices blend and the ingredients fill the air with the aroma of my art.  The boys begin to trickle in from outside as well as neighboring children to smell and lament of their hunger.  Usually there are three to five recipes going at a time, so they choose their favorite and sit down at our table and in front of the game on the television. I hear nothing but silverware and sports.  In these moments, we are connected.  By food.  By love.  By friendship.  The air is filled with what I can only explain as Aroma Therapy.  And we are healed.