I searched for images of mother and child, and found myself caught in a beautiful human expression of joy. Clearly our connections body to body are both prosaic and poetic.



On Sunday as I drove Steve to church (his car wouldn't start) at 7:30 I listened to a news magazine article on food preparation and its significance in human development.
Kathleen Norris talks about the sacredness of food preparation and the practice of eating together. All of these things begin in me a new depth of seeing how the hands of woman and the gifts of ordinary tasks that are repeated over and over until they are seemingly invisible, are actually some of the deepest pools of sacred living.
These thoughts are a big stew in my mind. Maybe I will serve some if it to you.
2 comments:
hmmmm....well said. serve up your stew my friend....you make a tasty stew and you serve it well.
I saw this for many many years in my mother who died in January. The sacredness of food preparation for family, friends, strangers who she didn't even know. I never realized that is was more than just "food" until I saw myself becoming my mother.
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