There’s a cluster of things I feel holy about which are totally earthy and wholly temporary – except that they speak truths to me about immeasurable joy. Baking is on my short list. Granola making stirs up stories which waft through the kitchen like steaming cinnamon when ever I get out the wide spongeware bowl and reach for… Continue reading talking granola : food that speaks
I have a cookbook collection. Ok, I have a style of eating collection.
But underneath all the choices, I’m left with the question – how will I eat for the life that I want? I find with my friends that talking about food is never just talking about food.
Can we stain well with our words? If words are things, can the way I treasure my friend be a word-thing she carries on the camper that they’ll drive cross country, a story that will whisper to her heart when she wonders if her life left tracks? I hope so. I pray so. More than words can say.
Do you have sources you trust, authors you always read, car makes that you always choose, or brands of shoes that are your go-to choice? Why do we trust certain sources?
Tension is TENSE but it isn’t terminal. And steel cut oatmeal is awesome.