A Mac & Cheese Moment in Time

Now the thing about time is that time
Isn’t really real
It’s just your point of view
How does it feel for you
Einstein said he could never understand it all
Planets spinning through space
The smile upon your face
Welcome to the human race

“The Secret of Life” – James Taylor

Oak Island, NC - Brendan and Colin walking the beach

As I hover over the steam from a semi-boiled pot of water, I think to myself “How many boxes of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese have I made in my lifetime?”  It has to be a lot because I have always LOVED Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.  I now have a child who just cannot live one week without the orange curly piped noodles.  With each box I have made, there must be some memory that goes along with it.  If I think of each craving for that creamy goodness and what else I might have been doing at the time; there is a story that goes along with it.  Now maybe it’s a “story about nothing,” but a story none the less.  A snapshot of a time in my life, a time I might have been studying…”studying for what?” I wonder.  It’s a flavor that I don’t think I have ever gotten sick of and it brings me happiness when I take that first bite, even if I didn’t stir well enough and I feel the crunch of orange powder between my teeth.

There are so many things I do every day that I take for granted.  So it may not be making macaroni and cheese, but there are tasks and events that take place in my day that make me feel happy.  I want to always remember the little things as well as the big ones.  So I try to take photos of the “every day” and what I consider the norm for me right now.  Because someday, that same norm will be just a very faint memory, if a memory at all.

So my message to you tonight and to my present and future self is to document the every-day, the happy, the regular fun….leave your breadcrumbs not only for yourself, but for your family that will someday take pleasure in getting to know you and who you were even if you are no longer walking this earth.

*Peace.

-Patti Feeney

 

 

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