What Would You Do For a Klondike Bar?

This seems like a simple enough question and a bit random to begin a post with.  I am thinking about ice cream and the importance that it has played in life.  Actually, food in general, I find it no surprise that the sharing a meal is considered a highly spiritual, primal and communal.  Food sustains us, it connects us, brings us pleasure and life can be deadly with out it.     One of my fondest memories is sharing a meal with a culturally diverse group of people, all having different religions with different life experiences eating around one table.  Everyone sharing smiles and nods as I passed around one of my favorite dishes, roasted sweet potato fries.  I often wonder what it was about this time that was so unique and so special.  My conclusion was simple; though we have different preferences, different beliefs, different journeys, ultimately we all have the same needs and longings.    We all need food; this is essential for our survival.  We all need love and to know that someone other than ourselves cares about us and for us.  We all long to feel uniquely loved, to be   “seen” and to be heard.  Sure some people can articulate this better than others.  Then there are some that have gone so long without this need being met that they can no longer hear or feel their own hunger pains for food and for love.    The alternative is those that feel like they are simply getting just enough food to get by, thus resulting in constant crying out, and complaining for more.  Honestly, I have been both.  I have learned over the years for myself and for my children to simply notice where I am at on the hunger wheel.  Am I hungry?  Am I bitter?  Am I crying out for more?  Have I taken the time to eat and to fill my own bucket?   What sort of things do I observe myself saying out loud, or in my head?   Often times these thoughts and feelings is something else!   Luckily they are transient in nature and controllable.  In the past I have convinced myself that they were all dependent upon my circumstances.    The truth is once I learned to act as my own observer I came to realize a few things.   It was always the same story, simply packaged differently.    The older and more educated I became the fancier the packaging became.  The bottom line is we are all motivated by hunger, for both food and for love.  In an odd way we are always asking what would I do for a Klondike bar.