So I’ve had a cold for a month. Last week I decided to go to the Dr. as I had strained my ribs from the coughing, and I felt I needed help. This is the first time I have gone to a Dr. since moving to CA so I went to the clinic. I was not expecting what happened. What I was instructed to do was both amusing and comforting. Standing in front of me was a quaint older gentleman and after asking me why I was there he told me I needed to eat chicken soup! In great detail he told me I needed to cook it myself and demonstrated how to lean over the bowl and sip the broth. In my thoughts all I could hear was “Let food be thy medicine and medicine be thy food.” ― Hippocrates. All I could think was, why didn’t I think of this? If anyone else were ill I would make them chicken soup, not just soup, but special soup that had simmered all day to get all the goodness of the bone broth, rich with vegetables. So why didn’t I think of this for myself?
Perhaps as women, we are so consumed taking care of others, working jobs, building businesses, we forget to take care of ourselves. What did it take to bring me back to where I needed to be? Well, chicken soup, and a caregiver who was wise to guide me there! To bring me home to nourishment, nourishing my body. There is something very loving about cooking something with healing intentions. Even if it is for yourself.