Creation and Connection

I live in a valley known for it’s wheat production. The dryland wheat at the foot of the Blues means this stuff just grows, without extra irrigation. Wheat has meant big money in this valley for a long time. It’s no coincidence my favorite place to walk is called Mill Creek. These things make think about the gristmill in the small Western Washington town my mama grew up in. Whole kernals of wheat are ground down to make flour, and flour makes everything delicious we’re supposed to have less of now. Once it sustained life.

There’s a lot going in our world, near and far that feels like a millstone grinding our spirits, our tenderness, our compassion, our faith, hope, and love. Fires. Loved ones suffering. Illness. Disinformation. Children carrying the brunt of evil. I don’t know, sometimes the whole adds up to far more than I have the capacity to process. So whatdyagunnado?

This morning, I baked bread to share. Create and connect. When ground down to flour, bake bread. Share it.