Chocolate chips is best enjoyed in my desserts of vanilla or mocha ice cream drenched in hot fudge, of cookies melted and still hot from the oven and of granola bars all sticky and glued together with oats.
Chocolate chips are dark, sugary and crunchy and it’s softer to bite down on every scrumptious morsels compared to the snack foods like nuts, chips and dips. I prefer chocolate chips over chocolate bars because it’s smaller and as satisfying when it melts in my mouth.
These little delights have been my favorite comfort and serotonin producers all my life. They ease the times of being sad during romantic movies and miserable for not having company. And the reward is the small satisfaction of being filled from a sugar high. For I have also gained some fat cells singing praise of incoming tidings and some cavities hailing the widening holes in my teeth.
Chocolate chips may look like dark droppings made by hamsters but its true form is revealed in the bitter sweet taste. That is what happened to my family units last night. Their reconciliation efforts with each other paid off. After having lowered themselves to baser emotions for too long, that night brought them closer together and raised the spiritual vibration back to normal. Whether this is due in part to my disappearance from their lives last night is but a piece of the puzzle that I cannot explain.
My presence has been to listen and council the two opposing forces to the best of my abilities. These interventions also included my personal prayers to allow these forces to gain enough understanding of themselves and the clearing of the surrounding property with orgonite, ceremonial smudging and holy water, which I also sprinkled on Brat due to some gremlins making noises in the gutter outside his bedroom on 03-06-2006.
After only five days, the results were clear. The good intentions of everyone uplifted their sensibilities and got them back on track. And the train is going forward for them all. There is no going back to their old selves.
I know in my heart they have overcome this most recent and major obstacle at this point in time. Instead of ramming head onto the blockage that continued to harm them, both have merely found a way around. And that was how these two united.
Brat understood that Maws anger is for his own good. With that primary affirmation, Maw promised to never get angry at him again. Her renewed strength has been described as the burden that flew upward (with both arms flung out and hands flared opened) and away from her shoulders. Her voice, once stifled with little air due to asthma, is much clearer and calmer now. Everyone at the dinner last night changed.
I am truly thankful that somehow the bitter sweet relationship between Brat and Maw has always been the perfect lesson to me. I only wished that I could have been there to share the dark chocolate cake that came with the dinner last night. Unfortunately, the cake wasn’t made with my favorite chocolate chips.
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