Comfort food is a draw. Where do we learn this? Of course comfort food is a reminder or memory as well. A favourite part of young family life, tradition carried on.
A child draws comfort from being held.
A feeling. A touch. A smell. A voice.
A baby nozzled into their mommys’ chest; listening, the hum and beat of a heart which grew bigger when they met. A warmed pillow of safe, true love.
As an adult I haven’t grown out of wanting and needing comfort at times. Why would you want to!? A comfort in knowing you are not alone. A ground. Your personal womb-like blanket.
I feel that comfort is a powerful need in everyone’s life. The familiar, soothing comfort of a loved one, an object, a person, an embrace, food; comfort. Everyone needs it at some point. A feeling that takes over, quiets your mind and body.
That feeling that evolves from deep inside. It’s like a warm light. When the warmth fills you, then you are comforted.
I’d like to know what it really felt like as an infant to be comforted by a voice, embrace, smell and heartbeat. Euphoric, most likely.
Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Comfort”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.
Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.