A burbling bubbly three cheese and spinach lasagna is perking away in my gas oven even as I type. 

With each meal that I cook, a healing takes place.  Healing and restoration of my spirit, body, mind, and psyche envelops me with the steady motion of chopping, dicing, mincing, stirring, and folding of earthy ingredients.  Rich aromas conjure up happier times.  A full tummy beckons me to lie down, to be still, to take a much longed for nap. 

Today I am a woman wearing my green and white striped apron while I putter about in my light filled kitchen.  Yes.  I am cooking with gas today.