The Day I Served Ice Cream
Recently I was reminded of a job I once had. It was sometime in the late 1980’s.
I was working as a production assistant on a music video for a rock band that had moderate success, but have since disappeared from the rock radar.
We were shooting in the California desert. The scorching heat, humidity and dust were all fighting over who would win the battle to defeat the poor souls who were working to make Hollywood magic.
After shooting the same scene a dozen times, the director was finally happy with the last take. We all broke for lunch and as a special treat, we all got an opportunity to eat in an old fashioned ice cream parlor that we had rented for the day - along with the employees.
After our meal, everyone was being served ice cream. Since I have a natural proclivity for ice cream - it was one of my first loves as a child - I felt it was only right that I serve it.
I asked the owner if I could serve and he was more than happy to oblige. As I faced the array of colorful flavors under my fingertips, I began to serve the cast and crew ice cream.
I loved dipping the ice cream scoop into the soft, frozen dessert and seeing the smile on the recipient's face. Ice cream makes people happy. It conjures up childhood memories where the ice cream melted on the cone and dripped onto our clothes.
My own love for ice cream made it even better. It felt like I was serving love. It really doesn’t take much to serve love. Whether we serve it in ice cream or kindness; the touch of our hand or the warmth of our smile. It’s all love.
It’s not when we serve that counts, but how we serve. And how we serve will serve us well in life.
How do you serve love?
6 comments:
I love your serving ice cream experience and the great analogy of serving love! Yes, it is all in the presentation!
Everyone is is the process of rediscovering healing abilities and ever-expanding awareness. As a sense of psychological time compresses, the importance of love, service and a reverence for life, all get magnified. Even a passing recollection about serving ice cream is part of the process of shifting awareness, values and beliefs. The Anne of Green Gables song, 'Ice Cream' is a famous one which resonates self-acceptance. The story by Lucy Maude Montgomery is about an orphan growing up in rural Prince Edward Island Canada. You would enjoy it.
Makes one wonder why there is not a flavor of ice cream named LOVE !!!
Good column.
Joie
Mark,
It made the ice cream that much sweeter that day, but then again serving love is always sweet.
Liara,
The more we discover our ability to heal ourselves, the better we can discover the ability to heal others. I have to put that book on my reading list which is growing by the day. Thanks.
Hi Joie,
That's a good point. I think there should be a flavor called LOVE and it is delicious.
Thank you so much for your comment.
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