When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.
Last night, I started water boiling for my frozen ravioli, cut open the package of pasta, and found a plastic bag to enclose what would remain after I cooked a portion for my dinner. A short time later, I found myself twisting the tie on the package and putting it back into the freezer. Only then did I notice that the pot of water had no ravioli.
Sometimes, it takes a jolt to return awareness to our lives. Mine above was harmless but other cases are less so: an accident that damages property or takes away life; missteps that break bones; or words that impact relationships.
My empty pot led me to stop, take a deep breath, chuckle, and plant my feet firmly on the kitchen floor. Once I was present, I was able to eat my meal, which eventually did make it into the boiling water, with appreciation.