I don't know that anybody here reads any of the feeds, or that it even matters to me that people respond. But it's nice to think that I'm not dealing with the food aspect of my life in a vaccuum and that my accomplishments, trivial and insignificant though they may seem, aren't things that I cannot share. Today I sat in my kitchen and watched all the world in its state of grey, ready - though it doesn't seem to know it yet - to be full and alive with spring. I had so many thoughts about things to do and stuff I ought to be doing - projects on the house and with work and in the community, unfulfilled commitments, etc. And instead of chasing after all of them, I decided to let myself just sit. Sit and have a cup of coffee and listen to the song playing on the radio. Sit and write a few lines and sit some more. And maybe resolve not to worry about all of the 'things' in my life until this thing - for at least a week - has reached a point of peace, a platform of peace, enough that I feel calm and fed.
I was relaxed, for fifteen whole minutes. And well and happy. I went to the coop, after running a few errands, that it felt GOOD to run, and bought a bag of groceries ... all local and organic, so that food can become a gift again, something sacred I feel good and delighted about. I am home now, in my kitchen, cooking a lunch of sunchokes, trout and spinach. Happy again to be in a dim light, to find my kitchen table a place of peace. I am waiting to give myself the satisfaction of a meal. To let it be a celebration, something that I not only deserve, but that I will cherish, something that I need.
Here is the deep breath before all of it.