tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36295725.post4427350764601518070..comments2023-12-25T14:38:40.017-05:00Comments on Holy Ordinary: The Sacraments of Everyday Life: Taste and See -- Days 8 & 9Brent Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01351957537347562545noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36295725.post-55649500410964723912009-09-23T15:41:11.047-04:002009-09-23T15:41:11.047-04:00Yes.
When I was in the hospital for the bone marr...Yes.<br /><br />When I was in the hospital for the bone marrow transplant, and when I was finally able to keep something down other than water, which wasn't until about a week before I got out in the seven weeks I was there, they gave me cafeteria food. I wasn't able to keep it down. But when F/friends brought home made food, that made it all the way through my system, and I stopped having any digestive distress at all. Just like that. The nurses couldn't believe it. I KNOW there's something in real food made by real people by hand with love that's not in fast food or frozen food. Even when the homemade food doesn't satisfy my body or desires, it satiates my soul.<br /><br />And I love the metaphor about spirituality and spiritual nurturance. We need a deep drink, with others, to get all that we need, and not these quick glances at other people's blogs.Jeannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00905850036743973387noreply@blogger.com