I love it when things come together.  Whether it’s watching a good suspenseful movie or reading a great mystery and finally getting all the pieces of the plot in place, I love it when it comes together.

I love it when plans come together.   Starting a morning with my coffee in hand and going through recipes, walking through my herb garden and rubbing my fingers through the herbs, smelling the fragrance left on my fingers, anticipating which ones I will use for the dishes I will cook.

I love the messiness of kneading the bread dough by hand,  and then smelling the bread as itbakes, and thinking about the hands that will break off pieces to dip into the variety of dishes knowing not everyone will choose the same ones.

I love setting the table and then cutting fresh flowers to grace the table.  I love it when there is laughter at the table and the clinking of glasses and cutlery as people enjoy the food and each other’s company and it all comes together.

I love the sound of voices, rising and falling as discussions become passionate and people share their hearts.  Sometimes it’s messy as the disagreement rises to the table.  I love knowing who’s voice will likely rise first because of how they express their passion, knowing who will need to be coaxed into the discussion and who may choose to share their thoughts the next day privately.

That’s the beauty of loving diversity, isn’t it?    The freedom to choose which foods we will eat, to express ourselves because we are accepted and appreciated, knowing effort will be made for each to understand and to be understood.  I love it when things come together.