hungry mother

i am starving for this conversation to begin....i want to ask questions, write lists, hear your stories... i want to understand, get underneath, turn it over & see the other side of this place where we are connecting to our kitchens...this daily piece of feeding other, our kin, ourselves.. it's deep inside. how we were fed and what surrounds that for each of us... and now we are the mamas, we are the wives, we are the women creating the meals... we are nurturing, providing, gathering, hunting, feeding, creating, birthing, businessing, parenting, saving the planet and on & on....we are the renaissance mamas...yearning for the basics in a world that is full to the brim with new, quick, easy & cheap. 

give me the ground... the warm, thick soil, roots to something deep...traditional, memories, recipes, stories told in the kitchen... we are the change... 

soft

body

radiant

beauty

beginning

wooden spoon

catalyst

light

fly

compass

yearn

union

belly

sanctuary

we are returning to this place in all of us that is screaming to be heard, that we may not even remember....with passion, fear & unbelievable courage....cooking meals in the kitchen that you love, sating these creative pieces in us, stirring in our shamanism, mixing with a new consciousness to bake on high and rise.  

creating tradition from scratch & beginning a movement....