Ode to My Crockpot
Updated: Aug 18, 2022
Bear with me for a small tribute to my crockpot:
It’s served me well in a dozen homes in three continents.
It’s been through my Cholent Phase, and my Vegetarian Phase, and didn’t even balk at my Vegan Phase.
It hasn’t kept up with the trends in its “look” but it has a quiet dignity of its own. (It’s rocking the utilitarian look, though, for whenever that comes into fashion.)
It’s totally forgiving and even welcoming of veggies not at their freshest and crispiest.
But this morning, I plugged it in, and its little, red “on” light didn’t switch on. It didn’t even flicker.
And I thought: Well, that’s it then. The end of an era.
Just as I was about to tearfully thank it for its 25 years of loyal service and put it out to pasture, I felt its familiar warmth beneath my hands. And I may have imagined it but I could have sworn it whispered, “It’s just m’light, ye of little faith! Of course I still work!!!”
Giving thanks here to all those things that were MADE TO LAST.
That serve us well and give us joy.
That come along for the journey.
And are part and parcel of our lives.
Choose what you love. Choose what serves you. Choose what gives you joy.
Let the rest go.