Appropriately my birthday was the following day, I spent it organizing and reflecting. Nanny & Bubba sent me the most wonderful package of cards – each with a photo of my life and a story inside. Senora Gina made me a video – both of these opened my heart. When I married Lee I had no IDEA what was coming – A WHOLE LOTTA LIVING. I’d led a big life up until having kids, and I’d loved – a little bit but man oh man have I opened, shifted and grown. My good friend Mary Alice really understands me and is probably one of the best listeners I know. She swooped in picked me up and took me to lunch, we went to the grocery store and cooked dinner – nothing fancy – just a nice day in my life. I think that this birthday is probably my most introspective and poignant. Never before have I reflected with such an aerial point of view. Meaning that I didn’t attempt to per-sway my memories to show me only what I wanted to see. I have spent the past few weeks leading up to this birthday investigating who I have been and where I spent my life time – so far. I have always been a lady girl – meaning there is a child like presence to the way that I see myself and the world. This birthday I feel as if I have shifted. I am now inside reevaluating everything, putting me out on the table and the way that I am moving through the world – creating a new approach. The difference between a lady and a girl is that a lady KNOWS that she is the creator of her destiny and I am looking down the road at who I’m destined to be.
Yesterday I loaded the girls and the M.T.P (my car irreverently named “Magnolia Thunder Pussy”) with tons of fresh produce, some extra pots and a cooking burner. We rolled on over to Corinthian Baptist Church where I quickly began setting up to cook. Pastor Fuzz hit the streets with Bella and Lola in tow, looking for kids to come on in and cook. He returned with 3 girls – Elliyah 8yrs, Keoisha & Wiltiesha both under the age of 16. The plan was that the 6 of us were to cook for 25 adults – the Wednesday evening Bible Study.
The two older girls were a little hesitant when I told them that No we were not going to be cooking chicken or shrimp but instead a stir fry veggie dish with sea vegetables and brown rice, along with a vegetable soup with a miso base. Right away one of the girls said, “I don’t eat GREEN things.” I giggled and handed them a knife along with the broccoli. One thing I know is not to get hooked by others fears, just be the mirror and make it happen. I set one of the big tables up with cutting boards and washed produce – the girls got to chopping and peeling.
I was in the kitchen cooking away with the door wide open, a big storm was brewing; as the rain began to fall I saw myself outside of myself – I was doing it – bringing the heart back to this kitchen. I was busting my hump and these girls were following my lead, even Lola was part of the deal – washing, cleaning and singing. By 6:15 Hattie – one of the women from my first cooking class showed up and jumped in – she told me she’s been doing the miso soup and was on the team. I must tell you how easy this project is – I just show up, buy whatever food is available at KS Market – best produce prices in the city and cook. I was nervous the night before because I wasn’t sure if we had enough kitchen supplies to cook for 25 folks. But now what I know is that the key to making things happen is simple – SHOW UP – cooking in this kitchen is like getting a heart pumping again – the more I do it the stronger the beat creating CHI – or as we know it circulation this circulation will bring more life/people into the process.
I’m so pleased that my girls are a part of this project too – they will know that you don’t wait on others you just do it. I’m sure if I keep going that one-day people will start to donate and participate – we need food & we need more dishes and silver ware. For now I just budget my grocery money to include A MEAL THAT HEALS once a week. The best part about coming from very little is that I know how to weave magic with what I’ve got and healing foods are NOT expensive. Next week we will till a large plot near the church and grow food to support the Noble Food Makeover. I’m also attending a workshop this weekend “Chickens as our pets” all about raising chickens in an urban setting. If Corinthian can grow their own food, raise their own organic eggs than they can host their own neighborhood farmers market. Serious sustainability is happening over here y’all.
Around 7pm the elders of the church showed up, they filled their plates with A MEAL THAT HEALS and ate. You see I’ve already fulfilled my goal of serving A MEAL THAT HEALS, everything else I do will be the KUZU GRAVY.
*If you are interested in attending a cooking class at Corinthian Baptist Church I will be there every other Wednesday at 4:45 – my next class is next Wednesday April 6, 2011 – write me at firstname.lastname@example.org for directions and details.
The girls that prepared the meal along with me ate every single bite on their plates – then when I interviewed them they felt proud and said so. Peep the video below:
Hattie & Eloise (another one of the gals from the first class) took over the kitchen and I headed towards the door – you see this is THEIR kitchen I am only a guide and they are taking the lead, suddenly I froze in my tracks – the elders were sitting in the church singing a hymn – I put my bags of pots and cooking supplies down, my eyes welled up with tears as the tunnel of time that I’d dreamed about plowed through my heart again – who knew I would have such a profound spiritual experience in this Baptist Church – Pastor Fuzz is my friend and his congregation my teachers.
I watched as Look Out Mountain and the woman I met from Signal Mountain flashed before me, I heard the words of the hymn they were singing “I am on the battlefield for my lord”…I have truly found my string and my faith is restored. The second half of my life has begun and my solid foundation has been poured.
THIS IS HAPPENING…