A meal...(28/9)

Everyday, there is a norm of having three meals, namely a breakfast, a lunch and a dinner...the objective of such meals is to eat and fill in any necessary nutrition the body is required. There are prescriptions from the medical authority on how to balance a diet or how to get the maximum ingredients a body would need. There is a study on nutrition and there are professionals who work on the research of it. In a social scene, it is also a collective action plan when people gather around the table to talk, exchange, enjoy and share the food they acquire. This is a group memory since the embryonic stage of human civilisation...
I have some meals every single day, and depending on the occasions, I practise different kinds of nutrition intake exercise. My family taught me a habitual meaning of having a dinner together with other family members - a traditional Chinese way of reunion. Since my childhood, the belief of having such reunion dinner has been a proof of an existence of the family. It was usually a weekly function that united a sense of cohesiveness in the family. We did not talk much, we ate. We put on the TV to produce a harmonised and warm atmosphere for good food. This became a ritual and we followed.
My Parisian life offers me a very independent and quiet enjoyment which I shall be missing soon. I prepare eatable combo of protein and carbohydrates when I stay at home in the evening. I have my good time working on things that I focus on during the meal. It's an expression of my time management. I try to recycle the circuit of alternate food mix and combination. I try to seek for more spiritual nutrition for my body and my soul.
This evening, I was invited to join a dinner of the group. Unexpectedly, the meal not only fed me up but it gave me a weird feeling of touch. I witnessed a 'gathering' of dinner with my physical presence, and it was echoed with harmonic senses of 'being together'. I do not recall the last time when I had this kind of feeling. It was like a family, and the people along the table shared not just good food but good wishes and care. It was tranquil and pure. Perhaps there has not been much chance that I have such feeding of a care-free meal...