Almost everyday I serve Jud a cereal concoction for breakfast.  I take steel cut oatmeal or 7 grain cereal and add flax seed oil, brewers’ yeast, kelp, and milk (I know what you’re all thinking—poor kid—well, yes—but he doesn’t know the difference—he’s had it since he was 10 months old).  Then I stir it up.  I stir it in preparation for his consumption.

I started to think about the act of stirring.  Ingredients are stirred for the purpose of baking, paint is stirred before it is applied, and substances are stirred for chemistry experiments.  Stirring does not seem to be an end in and of itself, but rather a precursor to something else. 

My soul is stirring.