Plan B

This past Sunday was Pie Sunday.  Don’t go looking for it in the lectionary, it isn’t there. It is a day when parishioners make pies and bring them to share with others.  As someone who takes a great deal of pleasure in baking, it is one of my favorite Sundays in our church year.

As I was making my pie this year,  my first pie in my new home, I found myself having to rethink how I do this.  Having divided my batterie de cuisine in two earlier this year,  I kept having to improvise how to do things that previously I could have done automatically.

How often in our lives does this happen?  How often do we have to rearrange and reconfigure all the elements of our daily life?  How often does half of a life fall away and leave us improvising our basic tasks? Not too often, I hope.  But it does bring important thoughts to the front of our brains.  How wedded am I to the unnecessary and what do I really need?  What gives me true pleasure and what stands in my way?

I don’t really think I have any complete answers to these questions, but the pie turned out fine.  And perhaps that is a foreshadowing that all of this new life will turn out fine as well.  Because maybe life is just one long re-adaptation and improvisation in the face of never ending change.  And it is just amazing the myriad things you can do with a wad of paper toweling and some imagination.

Annemarie