It’s been a while since I’ve shared Soul Snacks with you guys and it’s feeling high time I resurrect this favorite little corner of my blog.
You weren’t around when Soul Snacks began? In a nutshell, a little over a year ago, I shared some posts that showcased small collections of articles, short videos, and recipes from bloggers that made me happy, made me think, made me hungry and raised me up.
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about the trajectory of Ciao Chow Bambina and it dawned on me that writing, for the beautiful sake of writing, is something I desire to do more of. I feel a pull to reflect not only on the likes of fried spaghetti and meatball pie (though these are some of my happiest days), but on pieces of life that don’t require a plate and an extra sprinkle of grated Parmigiano.
Most of what I’ll pass along in Soul Snacks (Part Deux), will be life and/or literary related. Big or little things that leave their mark on me. Some days I’ll share photos from my daily living that bring me joy or provide opportunities for reflection, while other days I’ll share my favorite reads, a stunning poem, or a provocative essay. When you visit CCB on Soul Snack days, you’ll find thoughtful offerings in one shape or another; while all the other days will be CCB-business-as-usual with posts focused on delicious recipes and food photography.
So, where to begin? How does ‘the beginning’ sound?
When I think back to just a few weeks ago, to Nick, our youngest, draped in his academic regalia, crossing the stage to receive a hug and a handshake from the President of his college, I am overcome with joy. With sunshine as bright as the students beneath it, families beaming like the rays above them, and raucous cheers that could have measured on the Richter scale – each doing their job to etch deeply in my memory the beauty of that morning – I am filled with light. It holds true for each of our kids, where in that pinnacle moment that they cross the stage – therefore crossing that invisible line – they are transformed from ‘kid’ to ‘adult’. That magic invisible line that represents both Past and Future. Goodbye and Hello. Known and Unknown. Ending and Beginning.
And although it takes only seconds, a world of shifts occur in those first few footsteps that move them forward in life.
Commence – to begin. For students, certainly, but for their families, as well. Everyone shifting toward a future that brings to light shiny new experiences and elevated understandings of life.
Although the activities that filled our days for over twenty years have slowly faded like the roar of a charging train moving further on down the tracks, I look forward to that which is just around the bend for our grown family.
Such a luminous time.