Monday, October 31, 2011

Marshmallow Time

Sometimes life should not be so darn hard. I know it is up to me to make whatever choices I need in order to bring about the changes that need to be made, but sometimes it is as simple as taking a time-out to roast marshmallows over the coals of a fire. That is what I did today. It's not summertime and I wasn't sitting around a campfire. I had been out for a run earlier in the day, tackled a few things in the garden and was looking forward to a bit of time to myself after lunch, but the coals of a nearby fire beckoned.

I cut a vine maple stick, poked around the fire, crouched down and roasted one marshmallow after another all by myself. It was heaven. It’s hard to roast marshmallows without thinking about being a kid, it’s hard to roast marshmallows and feel bad, it’s hard to roast marshmallows and not smile somewhat to yourself as you say, “This is right where I need to be, this moment, right now.” This is a choice I am making and I am choosing marshmallow time for myself. It just wasn't exactly what I had in mind originally when thinking of time to myself. Oh well.

The length of time I took to enjoy every⎯last⎯bite was an absolute delight. I won’t say just how many marshmallows I roasted because, quite frankly, I lost count. Yes, I know there is nothing good for you nutrition-wise in devouring marshmallows, but I do know it was a wonderful, sticky moment I will recall again and again.

Sometimes it is all about the marshmallows, nothing more.

Photo courtesy of Ken Bosma
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