WHEN I WAS a child I learned with my mother to meditate just before eating. Every time we sat at the table to share our meals she asked one of her children to pray aloud on behalf of all the family. She taught us to thank God that we were together sharing the meal and to bless all those who had contributed to bringing the food to our table. As innocent children we competed among ourselves to include in our “blessing list” as many people as we could. Beyond Dad and Mother, who worked to bring food home and kindly prepared it, we used to ask protection for Dona Maria who sold fruits and vegetables ...


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