Eggs and More Eggs

Living gratefully today, I appreciate the reminder of my human place in a vast Universe and the humble grace that brings. Clouds hindered any view of the eclipse in our area yesterday, but I saw some incredible pictures and video footage.

We humans have humble beginnings as well—tiny embryos.

But this post isn’t about an eclipse or embryos. It’s about eggs. Chicken eggs. I wonder how many thousands and thousands I have eaten over the decades. A LOT! It used to be farm-fresh eggs I may have helped gather from the chicken coop that day. Now, I go to the store and buy them.

My most recent outing took two trips. I was going for a good sale price—$1.49—at a local convenience store. My first stop brought me to empty shelves, but the truck had just arrived. I went back a couple of hours later and got a couple dozen at a good price.

We always have eggs on hand—mostly as a breakfast staple, but also for baking, and with Easter recently, some to boil and decorate.

I like my eggs fried over-easy, or more like over-medium. Runny yolks are not my thing, but I can live with them when needed. As I considered fried eggs, I was transported back to my teen years. I would come home many nights, after being out drinking, and make myself some fried eggs in the wee hours of the morning—before the chickens were even up for the day.

Those eggs probably helped ease my stomach. The drinking, though, didn’t ease much and became a real problem. The eggs have stayed. The alcohol is gone. The gratitude for recovery, and for surviving my active drinking years, remains strong.

Here is a picture of two eggs. One is boiled, one is ready to be fried. You can’t tell the difference, but I can when I pick them up. The boiled egg is a little heavier in my hand.

Subtle differences detected with the help of my five senses. In eggs, and in the hours ahead. I will strive to pay attention to the little things. Pause to feel. Speak gratefully. Pardon the pun, but such mindfulness will help hatch more presence. And presence is a good part of my diet too. Onward!