Hokkien Mee

Hokkien Mee

Dad brought the kids to have Hokkien Mee cooked by his good friend Thye Hong

And the connection with uncle was rekindled because I previously wrote about it in my column and someone saw it and showed him

And dearest Qinzhi updated me about her eating Hokkien Mee

It’s such a precious connection and I tear reading Qinzhi’s texts

So many years has gone by

How would the noodles taste. But my daughter is tasting what I have tasted.

How blessed that is.

And I get it. I think if I were to be there myself, I would cry eating uncle’s noodles

And I know my father would have wanted to bring me.

There is no healing food cannot do

Pass It On

Pass It On

A few days ago I saw a recording of Ed Spina, a healer.

He shared his own experience of how he was able to get on better by having discordant energies removed from him and this is what he is doing now – to help others.

In bed yesterday, it suddenly came through in a capture what I wanted to do.

Simply to pass on the beautiful dining experiences I have had the privilege to have. The table taught me about variety, seasonality, food , produce, selection, about eating and not eating.

Then it taught me about life and the most wonderful things about life such as integrity, sincerity, magnanimity, honesty.

Then the table taught me about myself. Each time spent with the table with an open heart brought me much healing, inspiration, joy, blessings.

The best thing I can do is to pass it on.

And so it is.