Thankful

Dear Friends,

Did I ever tell you about my infamous cumin pumpkin pie??
 

Yes you read that right, not cinnamon – CUMIN! 

As in the spice used in Indian cuisines, and black bean soup, NOT in thanksgiving pies!

It was thanksgiving years ago, I was trying my damndest to make thanksgiving “hallmark-special”.

I decorated my house in festive fall decor, hosted the entire family, and cooked, cooked, cooked, everyone’s favorites.

I was over-busy, over-functioning, and subconsciously – over-IT! 

But, onward went the superhero of my story…

Crazed-cooking pursued, and while jamming out desserts, I grabbed the cumin powder instead of cinnamon…Martha Stewart gasp. 

If I wasn’t so in my head, I probably would have smelled my spicy mistake –but noooooo, onward went this one-woman macy’s day parade.

Until dessert-time that is.

My nephew, Vincent, convinced me (he’s kind that way) he liked Indian Pumpkin pie – “no, really Aunt Becky I like it”, I was so deluded, I think I believed him. 

They say, every seven years your cells turn over and you are an entirely new person.

Phew!

I’m embracing this growth; especially in the spiritual sense…  

While at the harvest/gratitude themed Embodied Poetry workshop Sunday, words were shed, read, felt, written, spoken, and breathed in and out.

As a presenter I tend not to share my writing, but here’s what landed on my paper:

“Dear hungry soul,

Know you’re not alone, but will sometimes feel lonely.

Know your belly may feel void, and empty but your heart has the capacity to pour down sustenance.

Know the world will be ROCKED, and yet, you can be still.

Know the fear you sense is both caught, and taught, but you can build immunity.

Know the harvest you crave most, already exists inside of you.”

Regardless how you spend the upcoming harvest holiday (yummy pies or NOT), may you feel peace, presence, and abundant health,

❤️
Becky