Last night, with every intention of writing my Day 15 blog post, I fell asleep early and hard due to some pretty hardcore gummies–10mg of melatonin and some magnesium. WHOA! Don’t be making plans after that heavy-hitting dose! So, as penance, I’m going to have to write a two-fer on probably some of my most favorite things–things that bring me tremendous joy and fill me with gratitude. Let’s start with music and then segue into food. You with me? Ready? Let’s go!
I think I have a low-grade, constant struggle with mild depression. There’s any number of really good reasons for that *waves arms around wildly*. Genetics, probably first and foremost. But living on planet earth is no easy feat if you have two working brain cells and a heart and that’s on the days when children aren’t being shot or thrown in cages. Suicide rates among veterans and queer kids alone are enough to shake a person to their core. This living thing is HARD. (Okay, Bec, get to the gratitude part. I’m working on it. Gimme a second.)
On really hard days, I listen to Bach. If it ain’t Baroque, don’t fix it. Amirite? This particular playlist is one of my favorites: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zHXX9J_n5E
I like to read about artists and what influences their work. I know literature professors of mine would say “let the work speak for itself,” but since I am an artist and a writer, I know my art isn’t separate from me. It is me. In that spirit, I like to learn. Johann Sebastian Bach was orphaned at the age of 10. He lost several of his children before they turned one. He had every reason to be sad, bitter, lost. And yet, we have this most gorgeous, joyful music for centuries. I feel like there’s this kinship with him in that yes I can have a broken heart and still cry for joy, too. And do. A lot. On his deathbed, he’s attributed as having these as his last words: “Don’t cry for me, for I go where music was born.” The best, most succinct apologia for heaven I’ve ever read.
On a biological level, by listening to music you enjoy you can decrease your heart rate, blood pressure, and cortisol levels while increasing seratonin and endorphins, your body’s own feel-good drugs. In a world that hurts every day, it’s critical to have all the possible tools in your toolbelt. Music is one of mine.
The other is cooking good food for those I love. I enjoy experiencing new flavors and experimenting with recipes. But what fills my heart is cooking or baking something that makes someone close their eyes and get a serene look on their face for just a moment. It’s a way to say I love you, we’re in this together, here, have a moment of joy. I’m grateful for meals shared. Conversation over a well-spun pizza crust or a roast dinner can be so vibrant and fun and rich. Time with people at table is the essence of what is good. And I’m also grateful to live in a place where we grow amazing food and share. It’s no wonder some of my favorite books and films are about the experience of cooking, eating, sharing meals. MFK Fisher’s The Gastronomical Me, the film Babette’s Feast, the Spanish mini-series The Cook of Castamar, Like Water for Chocolate (either the film or the novel), Chocolat (I preferred the novel to the film). The kitchen dance Bryan and I used to do when preparing meals for each other and friends still makes me smile. I’m grateful for all of it, even a simple omelette when nothing else will do.
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