Monday, October 17, 2011

just a little bit

Switzerland loves tiny spoons.

They're adorable.
They're practical.
They allow you take deliberately tiny bites,
of your dessert,
allowing even the
tiniest
of bites to be
a delight.

They spoon just the right amount of sugar into your tea,
and twirl at the perfect degree your milk
into your coffee until it's the
perfect shade of caramel.

I love spoons, bowls, cups, saucers, anything that cradles it's contents like
it's a treasure;
allowing it to be held
in a hug.

What if we treated one another like this?


What if we only took a piece of the earth in tiny delicious portions,
leaving enough behind for others?
What if we savored
slowly
and spun slowly together our days, instead of 
gulping
grasping
running?








I like these tiny spoons.
They remind me of childlike tea parties
and grown up like responsibility
gently stirred together,
until we're the perfect sweetness of
caramel
and comfortable and warm as a 
mug
is in your hand on a crisp fall day.


I like these little spoons.