I have been doing a lot of processing lately- mostly thoughts & emotions, struggles & triumphs, births and deaths. I have never really used this space to share these things, mostly because I am not really sure how. When big things happen I don’t always know how to put words to them, I live through my senses and images come more naturally to me then words. 
I am not always sure what to do with all that life offers and doing is what I know best. I feel good when I do, I get my hands in the earth and it grounds me. I grow food and I feed and thus am feed. 
I bring life, but sometimes it is simply taken away. There are times in life when things are out of my hands, I get disoriented and somewhat lost.
Lately this has been true, I have been thrown off by what life has thrown at me and the way I process is by doing things that make sense to me. Lately there has been a lot of processing internally and externally in this processing I am finding healing.
If food is medicine then maybe food processing is therapy. So in my muddled mind when my hands can do I am made whole again. So picking and processing I go. Grinding the berries, sorting the seeds, whirling the blender. 
Time to harvest the bounty and make the food and I feel it healing all the confusion of the world. So I give thanks for the ability to be processed by my processing of the food that will feed in the months to come.
