there is definitely something deep & infinite about soup...
these warm bodies of gentle kindness that just sing inside you whether it's a delicate hum or a poetic rumble... the vibration of soup is quite specific to it's smell, taste, texture & rhythm...
it moves like a dance as the aroma fills every nook of the house, gathering people together, huddling in the kitchen to see what's in there, under that, stirring it up with a wooden spoon....
it's as though they are being guided to something calm, loving, & safe...
inside warm broth, peas, carrots, yellow onions, matzoh balls, organic & kosher chicken...
this dance is something from the beginning....returning to our ancestors: layers, stories, depth....
surrendering to not worrying, less anxiety, drinking down a grounded sense of self...
finding my soul in cutting, peeling, separating, hours of steeping like a prayer, writing a song, brushing my babes hair....feeling good, feeling whole, feeling like soup again.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment