I went to an Empty Bowls supper tonight with a friend.
Most of you are probably familiar with this project, often held in October in conjunction with World Food Day.
The premise is simple: If you purchase a ticket, you choose a handmade, one-of-a-kind bowl made by a student artist. The bowl is filled with soup and that is your meal, along with a roll or slice of bread. You may keep the bowl.
I have some lovely bowls and mugs from other such events.
But this one is special. It is lovely, yet imperfect. It suited me. I filled it with piping hot hamburger vegetable soup, a humble meal to be sure. But I think that's the idea.
For some, it would be a feast.
It is a lovely early spring evening here. Cool, but sunny. The Empty Bowls supper, held in a local high school gym, was a reminder of hunger and of beauty, too.
If you haven't attended an Empty Bowls event, I urge you to do so.