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Sleeping with Bread: Getting Re-started


It's been a while since "Sleeping with Bread" was a regular practice for me. A while back, there was a sweet little community of bloggers that would share in this Monday practice but over time, pressing schedules, and life's movements  - it was a practice that sort of fell away.
One of our community posted this to his blog a while back to explain more of what Sleeping with Bread is - 
So here are some thoughts from Unfinished Person...
During the bombing raids of WWII, thousands of children were orphaned and left to starve. The fortunate ones were rescued and placed in refugee camps where they received food and good care. But many of these children who had lost so much could not sleep at night. They feared waking up to find themselves once again homeless and without food. Nothing seemed to reassure them. Finally, someone hit upon the idea of giving each child a piece of bread to hold at bedtime. Holding their bread, these children could finally sleep in peace. All through the night the bread reminded them, “Today I ate and I will eat again tomorrow.”
Linn, Dennis et. al, Sleeping with Bread

Sleeping with Bread is a Monday meme. You can participate in one of two ways: 1) Pick one of the above examen question sets and answer it in the comments section of my SWB post; or, 2) Create your own Sleeping with Bread post. You can also phrase the question in any of the following ways:For what am I most grateful? Least grateful?
When did I give and receive the most love? The least love?
When did I feel most alive? Most drained of life?
When did I have the greatest sense of belonging? Least sense of belonging?
When was I most free? Least free?
When was I most creative? Least creative?
When did I feel most connected? Least connected?
When did I feel most fully myself? Least myself?
When did I feel most whole? Most fragmented?


For  simplicity's sake, I will kick things off in a  separate  post above with the first question listed (most grateful/least grateful). If you would like to join in, please do so by responding in the comments at this weeks "Sleeping with Bread". 

It's good to be baking with you again.
T

Comments

Mel said…
http://melsdream.blogspot.com/2012/10/sleeping-with-bread.html

Creature of habit, I am.
But it's a good habit, eh?

*hugs*

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