To begin where I really left off (everything on the blog has been peanuts since then), over a year and a half ago now, I have to tell you what happened. So you understand where I’m going next – where you can go with me, if you choose.
I woke up.
For a while, anyway. For a while there was still me there, awake and in hilarious shock at the truth of my life.
It started in the midst of the biggest existential crisis I’d been in – or it ended there, I guess, if I’m to be honest about it.
The blog was too much, my thoughts about it were squeezing me every way imaginable. The quest for truth was killing me, the desire to make sure everyone was safe all the time was … well, totally irrational and quite crazy. Trying to figure out every single mistake I could make, before it happened, was squeezing all the breath out of me. It wasn’t fun anymore; it was terrifying. Everyone wanted proof. Everyone always wants proof, a subduing scientific fact, a reasoning behind everything. I couldn’t find any of it, because none of it really exists. Not forever, anyway. Today’s facts are tomorrow’s fallacies. You can quote me on that.
My personal relationships were crumbling. I was revisiting feelings for lost loves, reliving all the pain of my life, and hating who I was the whole time. I was breaking myself on purpose, and I’m so glad I did.
At the time, every thought hurt. Every desire was like a thousand hot needles in my head. Nothing was right, nothing was good, nothing would ever be safe and secure.
God, I’m so grateful it was that awful, because in the middle of all of the pain, a crack opened up inside.
I asked myself one question about all of the assumptions I had about life, and I fell into the crack. It was like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute, and as I fell, the entire world that I’d been carrying fell off of my shoulders.
I noticed that the world would go on without me. It would change despite my input; it’s always changing, it doesn’t need me as much as I thought it did. I realized that all of my worries – every single one of them – was unfounded. I watched a worry come up, I tracked its progress, until it disappeared forever a day later. There was never any reason to believe my worries, not a single reason at all.
Now – RIGHT NOW – became the only thing to live for. All the secrets whispered in the present moment, all of the salves to heal the wounds were there.
I had no idea how to talk about this yet, though. Especially here on this blog. How do you explain that the world isn’t what it seems like it is, without it sounding like a psychotic break? How do you tell people to stop worrying, when you’ve only just learned how yourself? And how do you maintain a blog that was built on the foundation that there’s something seriously wrong with this world, when you no longer think anything’s seriously wrong at all (except the thoughts we believe about it)?
So, for a while, I was still here – the Leslie that frets about how to talk about not fretting. The Leslie that’s afraid of disappointing someone else because she’s changed.
I retreated a bit, focused on the Natural Market as my point of grounding, and fell away from the world in as many other aspects as I possibly could. The quiet life kept me warm. The quiet life showed me how to live.
And the quiet life ultimately ended the Leslie that frets and the Leslie that’s afraid. I can go into this in more detail in the future, if you’d like, but it’s ultimately unimportant.
And so I’ve been waiting, you know?
Waiting to be shown what happens next. Waiting for marching orders. Waiting for the pointing that happens inside to direct me where to go next.
Today, it pointed that I should share this. Because it’s time to move on to the next thing.
If I am to come clean completely, I have to tell you that Crunchy Betty and all the things I assume you love about it (the scientific rationalizations, the focusing on the minutia, the constant telling of how to do and why to do it) doesn’t hold interest for me anymore.
My freedom wasn’t found in it, and I can tell you for absolute certainty that your freedom won’t be found in it, either. It’s fun stuff, don’t get me wrong. It’s new and it’s VERY helpful. But it’s not me, anymore.
My joy, outside of every single moment that I experience now, is found in helping others see what I see. Attempting to put words to things that have no words yet, because not enough of us have noticed it. It’s here, all around us, and we don’t even know it. All the freedom, all the unity, all the love.
People have been talking about it for eons, since the existence of the spoken and written word (before that, I’m guessing they just lived it). But most of us write it off as lofty realizations or simple quotes to slap on a picture and post to Facebook.
I’d like to extend this seeing to everyone who reads this blog, but I’m still a little unsure as to whether or not anyone wants to hear it, wants to know it, wants to look for it themselves (I can’t give it to you, but I can tell you where and how to look, in a thousand different ways). I’m still new at pointing – I will fail miserably sometimes. But it has to start somewhere.
And to keep coming clean, I have to be honest and say that there are still fleeting moments where I’m back “in it,” in the world of worry and hurt and confusion and pain, attaching to this thing and clinging to that. But it’s settling now, ever so softly, into a lived reality of complete peace and acceptance, and with that I want to continue sharing the different ways to look for it, to realize it, and to live it.
If you want me to do that here, I will gladly do so. If my lovely, dedicated readers who are still paying attention at this point don’t want that, then I will find somewhere else to go and help – and I will offer you as many wonderful blogs that are doing the work that Crunchy Betty was doing for all of those years. The Natural Market remains open – we still enjoy it thoroughly, helping others, providing new, natural ways to move about the world.
In the end, I want what you want. But if you want me to continue giving you the same Crunchy Betty, unfortunately that’s not something I can give anymore, because focusing on this to the exclusion of truth is only prolonging the confusion and concern about life. And I’m still a little unclear as to whether it’s even remotely appropriate to share any of this on this blog – Crunchy Betty – or if it’s just inviting more confusion and disappointment. Perhaps I’ll move to a new place. If I do, if that feels more appropriate, I will let you know. Right now, though, the prospect of setting up a new blog doesn’t really interest me. At least at this moment. It might some day.
So, please let me know your thoughts.
I can show you new things. But you have to open your mind completely. The truth is in the paradoxes and the contradictions. Now is eternal, but there’s no time to waste.
And no matter what happens next, I love you guys. Always have, always will. <3
So, I have some good news and I have some bad news. Which news do you want first?
The good news? Yes. That is what you want.
Crunchy Betty is getting a makeover! I’ve been diligently working with a lovely site designer over the past few weeks, and we should (hopefully) be ready to roll it out on August 1st. Better news? With the new design will come a new format, a new way of thinking, a new way of looking at our lives RIGHT NOW AS THEY ARE through what we do.
(I’ll fill you in more about the superb details later, but for now, let’s just say the new concept for Crunchy Betty is “Go Deeper.” Yeah, baby. Go deeper.)
Now for the bad news …
The bad news is, I can’t think of any bad news to tell you. Sorry I got your hopes up.
Until August 1st, I’m going to try to share a few little things I’ve learned over the last few years, to kind of tidy up the “old” Crunchy Betty and make sure you have all the information you need to solve a few little problems you may be having.
Today, I want to talk about a problem that’s pervasive – one I hear about occasionally, one I’ve solved one-on-one with several people, but I think it may help you with your baking-soda-based homemade deodorant – now or in the future.
(And here I was hoping I could never talk about deodorant ever again.)
Fixing Your Skin When Your Homemade Deodorant Leaves You Itchy
Without a doubt, one of the only complaints I ever hear about homemade deodorant goes like this:
“I’ve been using homemade deodorant with baking soda for about six months. The first week was awful. Like a million red ants were setting up a tent and picnicking on my skin. After a three days of preparing to gnaw my arms off at the shoulder, things got better. Much better. PERFECT, really. I wasn’t stinky, my skin was soft and smooth, and little birdies would alight on my head, thinking I was the origin of nature herself.
And then, last week, itching started. It’s not horrible, but it’s not comfortable. I don’t want to feel like this forever, so I might just give up. Help!”
And to these lengthy queries (which are always worded the exact same way, complete with the shoulder gnawing – I’m convinced there must be a copy/paste script out there), I give this possibility.
And all the feedback has been wonderful.
So, if you’ve ever experienced the itching, giving up, gnawing, and otherwise slightly irritating feeling that comes with homemade deodorant, I want you to try this remedy first, before you throw in the towel.
Balance Your pH with Apple Cider Vinegar, and Make Your Homemade Deodorant Work Again
The main problem with baking-soda-based homemade deodorant is that it throws your pH balance out of whack after some amount of time. You’re constantly applying an incredibly alkaline substance to your skin, and as a result you end up with raw, itchy irritated skin. Although some people can go a lifetime and never have the pH imbalance. I call these people SupHer Heroes, and there are a LOT more of you out there than you would think – in fact, I’d say 75% of the people I’ve talked to have never had an adverse reaction pH-wise to baking soda.
To bring some relief to the pH imbalanced skin, all you need are two things:
- Distilled or well-filtered water
- Apple cider vinegar
This is, perhaps, one of the easiest things in the world you can do.
Mix together water and apple cider vinegar.
No pHd required. (Get it? pH? D? Hilarity).
Anyway, here’s a great proportion:
One tablespoon ACV to 1 cup distilled (or well filtered) water.
Mix that together in a small container (if you have a spray bottle, this would be absolutely awesome as a little spray).
How to Apply Your pH Rebalancer
Before you apply your homemade deodorant, dab on a small amount of your sweet, simple rebalancer, and rub it all over your armpit area. Hold those arms up there and let it dry completely. Then, once it’s dry, apply your deodorant.
Protip: Don’t forget to wait 30 minutes to an hour to apply baking-soda-based deodorant (or apple cider vinegar) for that matter, if you’ve shaved in the shower. Nothing says ouch like applying either of these things to nicked, irritated-with-a-blade skin.
Now, if you’ve let things build up until you have rawness, you might want to take a total break from your baking-soda-based deodorant for about a week, and apply this pH rebalancer two times a day. In fact, you may even find that THIS (the apple cider vinegar and water mixture) is the only deodorant you need at this point.
But, either way, spend some time allowing your pH to come back to a good baseline (you’ll know you’re there when the itching and redness is completely gone).
From then on, you can just use the rebalancer before you apply your deodorant, as outlined above.
And that’s it! Simple enough, ain’t it?
But … But … Baking-Soda-Based Homemade Deodorant Made My Skin Dark
Okay, so this is a MUCH more infrequent complaint. When I first started hearing tell of this problem, I was pretty stumped.
And I won’t lie, I still am. I honestly have no idea why the deodorant gives some people an “armpit shadow.” But, everyone who’s had this problem seems to (and I may be 110% wrong about this) have one thing in common: They have darker skin to begin with.
It may have something to do with melanin and how it reacts with one of the main ingredients (coconut oil, arrowroot/cornstarch, or baking soda), but the “fix” I’ve found that works for most people who have this little issue is two-fold: Apply the pH rebalancer as described, but also make sure to exfoliate your underarms when you bathe (using a washcloth or a soft loofah).
And with this issue – or ANY ISSUE WITH HOMEMADE PRODUCTS – if you have a reaction that makes you uncomfortable, that you cannot solve easily, do more homework. Do more experimentation. And stop any time you experience prolonged irritation.
Don’t Fret – These Reactions Are Few and Far Between
I read a blog post recently that subjectively commented that almost everyone they’ve ever talked to has adverse reactions to baking-soda-based deodorant and that no one should ever use it (citing that it’s dangerous and encouraging the use of commercial deodorant in its place – heh). Subjectively, I’ve found most people have zero issues, ever. Once you get through the early phases of readjustment, for most people it’s smooth sailing.
But the possibility remains that you could, in fact, at some point experience some discomfort. So here is a quick and dirty list of tips for you to remember, to have and to hold, ’till stinkiness do you part.
- The first week or two may be rough. If it’s HORRIBLE, stop doing it. If it’s mildly irritating, remember that it will get better. If it does not get better, stop doing it.
- Never apply homemade deodorant (or any deodorant, for that matter) on open skin – this includes skin that has just been shaved. Let that skin repair itself first.
- Wait 30 minutes to an hour after showering/shaving before applying ANY deodorant. If you have open skin, you’re just inviting things to join your blood stream a little more easily (I’m looking at you, triclosan-containing commercial deodorant).
- Maintain your skin’s pH balance by using the distilled water/apple cider vinegar balancer before applying a baking-soda-based homemade deodorant.
- Make sure your diet is as free from foods with preservatives and other stink-causing foods as possible, and eat a fair amount of green veggies, and you may find you don’t need much deodorant at all.
- Don’t let anyone tell you that homemade deodorant is bad, dangerous, or otherwise stupid. Thousands upon thousands of people use homemade deodorant with absolutely magnificent effect. You may find it doesn’t work for you, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t work for them.
And here are some homemade deodorant links you may find handy:
Now, my questions to you are this:
- Are you still using homemade deodorant? If so, tell me about your love for it.
- Have you had problems with homemade deodorant? ESPECIALLY, have you experienced the darkening of the skin? If so, tell us more about it, so we can find the common link and why it may be happening.
- HOW EXCITED ARE YOU FOR A NEW CRUNCHY BETTY?
I have to admit, I’m in a bit of a quandary.
Two days ago, I was all excited for the Three Days of Silence. I had lists and ideas, thoughts and plans.
And then the fires happened.
That is my Garden Tower with the fire in the background, taken about 5 hours after the fire started on Tuesday, June 11.
Our community, after going through this last year, is now faced with the challenge of dealing with Colorado’s most destructive fire ever. Last year’s Waldo Canyon fire was the last “most destructive fire,” which destroyed 346 homes.
This latest fire, the Black Forest Fire, has already taken 360 homes, is 0% contained, and is precariously close to neighborhoods with thousands more homes in jeopardy. Tens of thousands of people have been evacuated, many of which are camped in Walmart parking lots. The fire danger remains extremely high the next few days, with temperatures in the 90s and erratic wind gusts between 35-40 miles an hour.
In short, it’s an epic fire’s dream for spreading.
I, personally, am in no danger from this particular fire – with an entire city and 12 miles between my house and it.
What does this mean?
We’re Going to Postpone 3 Days of Silence While I Do My Part to Help Our Community
I’m not sure when we’ll reschedule (or, frankly, if we will). This fire has served to show me that, perhaps, a coordinated, dedicated “digital detox” may not be in our best interest. After all, there are definitely times that warrant an undetox – and this is one of them.
Going forward, we’ll talk sometimes about WHY a digital detox is wonderful, and things to do (so exactly the way we’d planned before), just without specific dates attached.
For those of you who are local to Colorado Springs:
One thing I’m assisting with is coordinating an “Operation: Neighbors Feeding Neighbors.”
A small group (so far) of us will be heading over to the Gathering Stones Community Church (near the Falcon Walmart, where many of the displaced are camping) and feeding them a home cooked dinner. IF YOU ARE LOCAL, YOU ARE INVITED TO JOIN. The more the merrier!
Just bring your yummiest potluck dish (first, visit this Facebook event page and join up to tell us what you’re bringing) and a hearty, warm smile for your neighbors. Set up begins from 4-5 p.m. this evening and dinner starts at 6:00 p.m., so be there or be square. You’re not square, I just know it. You’re round, but in a very aesthetically pleasing kind of way.
For those of you who are OUTSIDE of Colorado Springs:
If you want to help, the best way to do so is to donate a little coin to our local food bank – Care & Share. You can donate via the link I just mentioned (in the appropriate box, designate it as money to “fire relief”) or you can text DONATE to 41010 to donate $10 (which will be added to your phone bill) directly to fire relief via Care & Share.
I’ll Be Back Next Week – Until Then, Stay Crunchy
Between taking care of the Market and organizing/volunteering, I’ll probably be pretty tied up.
So, in the meantime, send your loving thoughts and prayers (AND YOUR RAIN) this way. I’ll keep you updated.
For now, I will leave you with this photo of the amazing lettuce growing from my Garden Tower. Because it’s green and lush (not burny) and it makes me smile (hey – anything it takes, amirite?).
So, well, um … if you haven’t heard, there’s quite a bit of buzz going around about our privacy (and not just the privacy of American’s, but that of the world).
It’s a slight bit unsettling, y’know?
Not just a little off-handedly, I suggested on the Crunchy Betty Facebook page that we should all take three days AWAY from our phones, computers, televisions, gaming consoles, and anything that could collect data on us, perhaps a little out of protest, but a lot out of reconnecting with everything we could be enjoying and appreciating instead.
The response was fantastic, but more than that, a deep, burning, integral human need became apparent.
We don’t know how to live without our digital devices anymore.
Not just, like, for forever. But just for three solitary days.
When the comments of “I could never survive!” came rolling in, I couldn’t help but envision a gaggle of dark-suited, vulture-like X-Files-Smoking-Man-esque men hunched around a table, their long, crooked fingers in an upside-down V over their mouths, crooning, “Yes, yes. That’s it, little ones. We have you where we want you.”
And what began as a half-joking social statement became what we’re going to accomplish on the blog over the next two weeks.
If I cannot convince you to take three days away from your digital communications and televisions by the end of it (and the beginning of our social statement turned personal challenge), then … well, I don’t know. I’ll eat crow. (There’s one on my roof right now, in fact.)
(By the way, if you own a blog and want to grab that graphic to share the idea with your readers, you are more than welcome to it. Down the page you’ll find a blog button and a FB photo to share, as well.)
What Are The 3 Days of Silence and Why Would I Want to Do This?
Do you remember the time before this? The time before constant updates, email notifications, Facebook pokes, Instagram hearts, telling everyone exactly what you’re doing at all times? Do you remember waiting by the door for the postman to bring a letter? Or spending an entire evening with the family without someone’s nose glued to a screen? Do you remember opening a real, live book with crisp pages and a new book scent and immersing yourself, laughing and crying, in the written word for hours? Do you remember any of that, without bells and beeps interrupting you? Taking you out of your moment?
The 3 Days of Silence are a tool to reconnect you with this world. The world that is right around you right now no holds barred. They’re a way to remind yourself that your digital devices are your tools and you are not their slaves.
If you want to use the 3 Days of Silence as a social statement about the NSA spying racket, you are more than welcome to do so. That will not be our focus here on the blog, though.
You see, I am a “make lemonade out of lemons” kinda gal. And what, to me, first appeared to be an outrage and something to get burning angry over (and I’m not saying you can’t – your beliefs and feelings are justified) quickly turned into an opportunity to explore – internally – just why this is so bothersome in my personal life.
We – all of us – are easier to scare, quicker to fear, and more personally powerless when we’re completely disconnected from ourselves because we’re chained to the digital world.
The 3 Days of Silence are about not just “showing the man,” but showing the person inside of us that we’re capable of living life without digital distractions if and when we so choose.
So What Does This All Entail?
The 3 Days of Silence is totally up to you, what you do, how you choose to spend it. You don’t even have to complete 3 days, if you don’t want, although I would recommend it as much as possible. The first day, you’re probably going to be thinking about what you’re missing, more than just being in the place you’re at. You’ll want the last two to fully experience your digital detox without the distracting thoughts of “I should just check my email … just once” and then 3 hours later you’re looking at pictures of monster trucks painted like ducks and you don’t even remember how it happened.
Here are three sample options:
- 3 Days of Silence: This is the way it’s meant to be. In this option, you will disconnect everything. You’ll tell your friends and family you’re disconnecting for three days, and you’ll make all plans ahead of time. Calls permitted: Only in an emergency. Otherwise, your phone is off and the battery is out. No internet, no computer, no television, no video games.
- 3 Days of Silence Lite: This is for those of you who are certain there will be some sort of emergency that will necessitate the use of your phone. In this case, you’re allowed to check your phone three times a day (and ONLY check, no mucking around) and keep it near you (but not ON you) if you think there will be a problem.
- 3 Days of Silence Hardcore: In this option, your 3 Days of Silence are REALLY silence. You won’t speak for 3 days. Not a word. Nothing. There is GREAT insight to be gained from taking a 3-day vow of silence, but we don’t all have to go that far … yet.
I – and my family – will be participating in the original 3 Days of Silence.
*If you have prior plans during the 3 Days of Silence that will necessitate not participating (say, you’re going to a conference about the internet where you all play video games while talking on your phones), you can choose your OWN personal 3 Days of Silence when the time is right for you. Those of you who do not have prior plans similar to the one above … well … hmmm … sounds like you don’t have an excuse. :p
Talking About the 3 Days of Silence Over the Next Two Weeks
So, from today until June 22, the first day of the 3 Days of Silence, here on Crunchy Betty, we will explore ways to fill your 3 Days of Silence.
- How to spend quality time with yourself (including some spa recipes)
- Delicious, healthy dinners to make
- Activities with the family
- Just exactly HOW you can take the things you learn during your 3 Days of Silence and apply them to your life once you turn the devices back on
- Exploring ways to spend a night out (with yourself or your significant other)
- And … at the bottom of this post, there is a comment box. I want you to fill all those comments with ideas that YOU have or things you’ve been wanting to try, learn about, and do that you think 3 days without digital communication will help you accomplish.
Remember, if you have a blog and want to challenge your readers to do this, as well, the graphic at the top is all yours (but feel free to make your own, too!). Here, as well, is a 150×150 blog button if you want to add it to your blog. Just grab the code under the graphic below and paste it into your widgets area (if you’re on WordPress) or wherever you put your buttons otherwise.
And for everyone – if you would like to share on Facebook, here is a graphic that’s the perfect size to Facebook or pin on Pinterest (just right click, download, and upload if you’re Facebooking, and link this post, or your own post if you’re blogging it):
You can also just share and talk about the page using any of the handy “like on Facebook” graphics at the top and bottom of this post.
ALSO? HASHTAG #3DOS if you’re going to tweet about preparing for it. I will retweet several of your #3DOS tweets throughout the next 2 weeks and hopefully we can build some communal excitement. Scintillating.
What Do You Want to Do During Your Three Days of Silence?
PLEASE – Leave a comment if you are thinking about participating (so I know how many people I’m talking to), even in the slightest. Even if you think you might just want to do it on your own time in a few weeks.
- What is something you’d like to try your hand at, during your days of digital detox?
- Do you already have some ideas about foods you’d like to cook … or books you’ve been meaning to read? Share which ones!
- Are there any questions you’d like to see answered, before we dive into a world without digital access for 3 whole days (whew – sooo long, isn’t it? heh)
Lastly, if you’re planning on – or even thinking about – participating, I highly recommend you sign up for the Crunchy Betty email list. You’ll receive the posts as SOON as they’re published to Crunchy Betty, so you won’t forget to prepare, or you won’t be tempted to just … you know … forget about it.
Are you on board? Waffling? Completely against the idea?
It’s dark-thirty, midnight, the house is silent.
And I just had a conversation with a lump of sourdough.
It may not have been as much me conversing with the dough, but the dough working magic – some alchemy of yeast and flour – pulling thoughts from my brain, through my fingers, and soaking them up with each push and turn. Its pale beige innards becoming outards with a twist.
My innards becoming outards in synch.
“Why,” I asked the sourdough, or the sourdough made me think I asked, “do I do this? Why am I up at 11:30 at night, pushing you around, when I could be tucked in bed, asleep with an empty cup of tea and a half-read novel?”
The sourdough said fshhh, fshhh, fshhh, as I mushed it into the granite. Because, you see, sourdough, like a lumpy Zen master pulling the truth from within you in silence, doesn’t talk.
Why, I thought again, and not in a consternated, unhappy way. More like cracking a door into a room in your house that you’ve never been in.
Why do I do any of this?
Why do I bake my own bread? Why do I spend more money in a year on oils and herbs than I’ve spent in the last 5 years on clothing? Why do I while away hours a day, pouring through books for obscure facts on natural healing, most of which I’ll never need in my lifetime?
Why do I have more shirts covered in dough and oil and dirt than I have shoes in my closet? Why do I know my kitchen scale is one-tenth of an ounce off, but I don’t even know what size of bra to buy?
Why did I spend what’s likely the equivalent of our entire summer’s food budget on a rooftop garden that will probably only feed us, solely, for two weeks? And why are there more mason jars in my house than there are things to put in them?
Why, oh why, did I ever have that one fateful moment where I thought, “Hm. Look at all this food. I bet I could put it on my face.”
I asked the dough, whose name I’d never even caught, all of these things. The dough continued to smile its revolving smile, saying nothing, so I just kept talking.
Why, I said, when the truth of the matter is, I don’t have small children to feed, little ones whose health is in my hands.
I live with a man and a 16-year-old who, I sometimes think, would be just as happy living in a tent on the golf course, eating Del Taco nightly in front of their phones, popping over to the laundromat to do undies in Tide. I tell myself that I do this partly for them, but that’s not true. They never asked for it. And I can’t even remember if I asked for it.
I’m 38 years old; I grew up in the ’80s, the womb of synthetic living. I am hard-wired for consumption and excess and, well, everything that’s not real. Lycra and neon. Plastic surgery, perms, and shoulder pads. Margarine and food coloring. Heathers.
Why do I spend my time with any of it?
Why do any of us spend our time baking bread, or blending oils, or growing veggies, or steeping herbs, or fermenting foods, or building anything?
All of these things, we could buy, if we wanted.
Why do we do it? I asked the dough one last time.
And finally, the dough, in its infinite wisdom and glorious, glutenous windowpane beauty – it told me without words. It just looked at me and I knew.
We have every option in the world at our feet. Every easy way out. Every boxed and branded, bagged and finished product you could shake a stick at. It’s slick and sleek, and it beckons us to its shiny synthesized reality at every turn.
It has everything we need, except for one thing. There’s one thing it’s been lacking all along, all this synthetic buzzing of stuff all around us.
It doesn’t have heart.
We’re humans – we’re alive, and part of nature, and there’s this innate pull to create from our hearts – a pull that will not be silenced by television signals and supermarket displays much longer.
The synthetic world, the facade that covers absolutely nothing of substance at all, doesn’t have heart underneath.
But, you see, it’s not just any heart that we’re missing. It’s our heart. We do it to see our hearts made visible, in front of us, in everything we do and touch and create.
The dough, which will go from flour and yeast and water, to a loaf of golden, chewy, fragrant bread, had in it an ingredient that no mass-produced product could ever have.
It had a little bit of my heart.
That, the loaf of bread said without words, is why you do why you do. Because in me, in everything you create, you see a little bit of yourself.
And we are delicious.