You know that feeling.... the tiny spot at the base of your throat, just above the clavicle.... that catch, the tightening in your throat...., you do what you need, to stop the reel of thoughts, and you force yourself from letting the torrent open.
Yeah... been feeling like that this week. A lot of uncertainty is around us, and we need to find ways to reconnect with people, with our families, and the Earth.
I keep thinking, when will this roller coaster stop? It feels too big to deal with. Honestly, I'm the one who needs to stop it. In my own world, in my own circle and environment, to start somewhere.
This week, I picked a heinous amount of cucumbers, and figured its time to pickle. It is a bit of a long, drawn out process, but it was perfect from beginning to the long day's end.
It starts with being in the garden, taking a moment to get in the dirt, and seeing all the bees working together, to make my crop flourish. Cleaning and prepping them is next, feeling that connection to the food I've grown, and the exactness of the pickling process, makes me focus and think of nothing else but the task at hand. Time was lost, in a familiar process, that brings me back to my roots.
I had more cucumbers than I could handle, and after giving some away to friends, I brought the rest to a food pantry. I can't give to charities as much as I would love to, but I can do this. Every little bit helps to make this a kinder world.
We could use more of that.
