In Need of Color

I really like chocolate (a lot), but the sugar and the milk (if it is milk chocolate) just make my stomach turn. I still eat it. I know I should avoid it, but each time someone offers me the choice – I choose chocolate! What remains worse is that it is not even that good at all, and I still eat it. If I really think about it, it is BROWN (yuck), it has a funny consistency, and it does not even have “fun” design. (You may remember looking at an orange or a kiwi and seeing the bursts of colors and the pattern of the pulp or seeds; if you hold a slice of cucumber into light, it looks like a kaleidoscope; even the often dreaded green vegetables have great rhythmic design qualities!) Chocolate, (with the exception of interesting holiday molded shapes,) usually comes in blob like forms. When you slice it, it has nothing but brown mass. (Granted, some chocolates have filling…) The taste does not arrest a person; one must acquire a taste for it. It just seems nostalgic; maybe the buzz in so many magazines about the chemical properties of chocolate having a drug-like affect on the brain is true after all.

Even if all of that hype is true, after I am finished eating the chocolate, I feel so… yuck. It’s the Romans 8 of life.

What I do think is lovely, on the other hand... is stretching. After a nice stretch, I feel great. I feel great when the day comes to a close, and I am overwhelmed by the multitude upon multitude of subtle moments from the day to share... and all I can do is whisper them up as I fall asleep. I love laughing with friends over the mysteries of our time here and God's work in the world, and I love the Hope that I have. These are good things.

Hooked on a feeling,
katrina