This morning as I rolled my pies with the other early risers in my house, I was so filled with gratitude for the spirit of celebration that has become a way of life. Yes, it did take focus and years of self-work, but now joy is a natural part of life. This pies are an example of that celebration
for the farmers that produce of food
for the skills I learned from my mother and grandma
for the people I have to feed and love
for the home that lives and breaths around me
for the joy I find in being me
wife, mother, teacher, friend, lover, daughter, my true, true self.
As I rolled these with my grandma's rolling pin, I could feel her hands on mine, hear her words. I am thankful for all those generations of men and women who worked so hard before me, that I may have a life I love.
may your hearts and bellies be full.