I am a racist. It is gut-wrenching to write those words. They are staring back at me, breaking and re-breaking my heart. In the midst of recent events, a great many of my beloved friends, and family – my people – have added their voices to the discourse. And frankly, I am shocked. I am … Continue reading Part 1: I am a racist.
I wrote previously about the holiness of sharing a meal. On an individual level, there is holiness, too, in the way that we nourish and care for our bodies in the manner that we eat. By bringing an awareness to the act of nourishment, we can imbue this daily act with holiness – cultivating a gratitude for … Continue reading Beet Green Pesto: cultivating gratitude
I have recently made the commitment to make Sunday a holy day, a family day. So far this consists of waking up late, cleaning the house, cooking a delicious meal that we can enjoy together, and spending the afternoon relaxing and enjoying each other. This has many of what, for me, are the essential elements … Continue reading Drunken Lamb: the holiness of sharing a meal