I haven't even read the first line of the entry when I suddenly stop. I push my phone away, turn another 90 degrees so I'm sitting properly at the table and face my pizza. I engage with my pizza. I look at it and I think about the ingredients and the taste. I'm trying to live more in the moment these days so I reason I should probably start with giving my lunch my full attention.
Call me over-analytical this is true, but I start to think a bit more deeply about my pizza. All these different ingredients which come together on one plate. The flour which forms the dough, the oil, the two different cheeses, the chicken which gave up its life and is now mere bbq chunks (maybe more than one chicken?) dotted about on the surface, the cherry tomatoes which were bought from a separate store but ended up on the pizza, the mushroom from some mushroom farm, no doubt, which drank up nutrients from soil and matter of other animals and plants... Who'd have ever thought they could all come together from such different origins and end up on one plate...and don't get me started on the plate and the table and everything else in the room.
Such randomness... And when you think of it this way...it seems that well...perhaps anything is possible! Funny...the thoughts you can glean from a mere pizza! :) xxx