Food Writer. Homemaker. Hostess.
Over the past couple of weeks Evan and I hosted the Say Their Names Memorial here at Tate Farms…
Hosting the memorial is not a sacrifice for us. It is not a risk. It is not something we contemplated.
It is literally the least we can do. The bare minimum.
Is it all in my head?
I’ve asked myself this question a couple of times. Only on the heels of some other person telling me it is, of course.
Is it all in my head? Is RACISM all in my head?
Today, August 30, is National Grief Awareness Day. A day that recognizes the time it takes to heal from loss doesn’t have a prescribed course and is a reminder closure comes in many forms.
My friends, I now we are all longing for connection. Longing to practice hospitality. We can! We still can! And it’s so easy. Sit with me for just a minute and read the list I have put together for you. You will be so happy that you did!
Sweet baby Micah turns 22 today. I was 19 years old when I had him. A young white girl pregnant with a half black son. I had no idea what I was doing. In any area of the pregnancy and child rearing but especially where race was concerned. The past few years, especially the past few months, have really shown me just how much I did not know.
I can’t not say anything. I can’t be the person I claim to be… and not say anything.
Let’s talk about it. Let’s talk about race.
It’s hard to have vision in the middle of a pandemic. But we can still have vision for our self. Our actual SELF… body, mind and spirit.
This time last week I was sitting in the pasture watching the sun set, the moon rise and taking communion for the first time in years. And I mean, years.
Don’t you just love friendship? I mean it. People in your life that are truly only there by choice and whose ultimate goal is to make you feel seen and heard and loved. Again, there by choice. Your friends don’t have to be your friends. They choose to be. As well as, you choose to be theirs. These people… they are the true MVP’s.
As I started to recognize this all too familiar feeling, I began to pay extra attention to my friends that I know have experienced grief first hand. I began to pay extra attention to the authors and writers whom specialize in grief.
Texan. Food Writer. Home Maker. Hostess. Gatherer. Encourager. Supporter. Believer.