Me: Heaven tastes like a fresh ripe Mango
Child: No, Heaven tastes like drinking from a mountain stream right where the source comes out of the earth. Fresh, clean, clear water.
Happiness would be a fresh mango.
Child: What do other things taste like?
Me: Love tastes like fresh picked raspberries, or chocolate covered fresh strawberries. And a mother’s nurturing love tastes like chicken soup.
Child: Mother’s love taste like a warm crusty loaf of bread with chewy tastiness inside.
Me: And fresh raw butter smeared on top?
Child: YESSSSS!
Me: that is satisfaction.
Child: Loneliness tastes like old oatmeal that has been sitting out all day.
Me: I eat that sometimes. . . . When you leave your bowl on the table and go to school. And I come back from the office and it is still sitting there. Sometimes I do eat it, and it does feel a little lonely.
Me: Warm fresh raw apple cider tastes like soothing comfort- contentment
Child: Hot chocolate made from raw milk tastes like warm soothing comfort.
How do your feelings taste?