this deep pulling ...wanting the meat of my 'to do' list to just slide off the bone & feel sated somewhere inside... in everyway...the fantasy of being in my stride, doing my thing e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y, tapping into this depth that is like the coyotes coming into the rural neighborhoods - starved & at your door step. they are hanging out in single file at the surface of my skin... pointy jaws, rough paws & hungry for something & more of that something...
hoping that a honey cake will keep it to a mellow roar... maybe today a strawberry chocolate cobbler & a pear butter cake...
hoping this sweet bandaid will allow the pause i am so yearning for...the flow that waits so patiently
while i am stirring avocadoes and toasted pinenuts with my hands, sewing the words soft onto a canvas & fitting a hoody tunic... framed by the words mama, mama, mama....all day long...the calling that coerces me to be in the present moment....
hoping for a name... renaissance mama.....we can do it all.... everything starts in the kitchen...this delicious life that keeps me hungry for more... in the crevices of each day the light comes in...inspiring me to stir, mix, create something amazing....
i am connecting women to their kitchens... the stories we missed this time around.. what happened? we were burning bras, we became ceo's & roasting a beet is an enigma....our mamas didn't want us to be like them?... they wanted us to make 'something' of ourselves?... and what is more important than eating incredible foods, surviving abundantly, protecting your kin, being the shaman mamas that we are, being the memory.....this is where i am living these days...connecting the pieces that already live in us...they are in their, in here... at the surface... like the coyote & we are hungry for the connection...
more to comexxx
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