It's September 11 and our garden is still being generous. Today, there was 126 lbs. of nourishment and beauty.
When we deliver our veggies and flowers to Fare Share, we park at a loading dock and load everything on a large cart. We then wheel that cart, piled high, through a maze of hallways to the scale. On the way to the scale, it felt like we were making our way through a bustling assortment of humanity. There were dozens of neighbours in the little food rooms being helped by other neighbours. I felt an atmosphere of peace and kindness coming out of every room we walked by.
John O'Donohue is on my mind this morning. I think that his Grace After Meals poem fits well with this morning.
We end this meal with grace.
For the joy and nourishment of food,
the slowed time away from the world
to come into presence with each other
and sense the subtle lives behind our faces,
the different colors of our voices,
the edges of hungers we keep private,
the circle of love that unites us.
We pray the wise spirit who keeps us
To change the structures that make others hunger
And that after such grace
we might now go forth
and impart dignity wherever we partake.
John O’Donohue from “To Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings”
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