Mixing spoon

June 10, 2010

About a month ago I bought a wooden mixing spoon.  Hand carved from Tasmanian Blackheart Sassafras.  It cost more than any spoon ought to but it’s lovely and tells stories about the maker when I run my hands over the surface.

I didn’t buy it for mixing things though.  Well, not in the traditional sense. Not for cakes, biscuits and pots of soup but for dreams and ideas.  A creative ideas mixing spoon.  A spoon to symbolise my readiness to start baking a life that is both inspiring and nurturing without the need for plans and recipes.

Mixing spoon

And even though I’ve not made a cake with this mixing spoon, I noticed the other day that sweet things keep coming my way. Literally, people keep giving me cakes.  Muffins. Tarts. Biscuits. Almost every day for the past two weeks I have eaten something indulgent given to me by new acquaintances and friends in the making. For years I avoided exactly these things, but lately I’ve been enjoying them with an open mind and no fear about what they might do to the comfort of my jeans. I’m enjoying them, these generous gifts,  and wonder if my mixing spoon has something to do with their sudden appearance and my willingness to accept them.

Then there’s the other gifts, the other sweet surprises in my days that aren’t edible but are as equally tantalising. Conversations with strangers at tram stops, serendipitous meetings, inspiring emails,  party invitations and impromptu drinks with new and wonderful people. Each day a new ingredient is added and my life becomes richer and more satisfying.  Each day the ideas keep coming, the creativity bubbles away and I feel that something very good is in the making…

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Melea Seward June 11, 2010 at 11:19 am

This is so lovely. Cake dreams. Soupy ideas. Bravo!

Amy June 11, 2010 at 3:31 pm

A lovely image, and a lovely spoon! I hope it continues to stir up great things.

Anna June 16, 2010 at 12:02 pm

I want a mixing spoon too!

xx

nirala July 21, 2010 at 2:29 pm

Again, your reflections stir memories. I have a beautiful pair of sheoak tongs which I gave myself when I needed to grab life with both hands. If we can only stay aware of our actions….

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