"Grandma, this isolation is destroying me."

"What can't you stand about this time, my child?"

“I had projects to carry out, works to finish, pending commitments that are waiting for me… and now I find myself still. Property. Without being able to do anything. I'm wasting time. "

“You are not wasting time. You're earning it. But you don't realize it. "

"And how can I, grandmother, realize such an absurd thing?"

"Cook. As it once was. Knead the bread and let it rise two long days and two long nights. The time has come for slow leavening. The one that makes you take care of the food you cook. Use your hands, not machines. Use good yeast, not artificial yeast. Let your dough rise for days, not just hours. And in this time of long waiting and caring, even if nothing seems to be happening, in reality an incredible change is taking place. In the dough and inside you. Learn to take care of your daily bread, you will thus learn to take care of what really feeds your soul. And everything will happen. As if by magic."

"Is this the time gained? That of care and waiting? "

"Yup. In this fast paced world we prepare the ingredients quickly and we want the bread to be ready as soon as possible. But do you know the taste and smell of slowly leavened bread? It is a different, genuine, almost sacred flavor. While you wait for your leavening bread you are in connection with your bread: you look at it, you feel it, you care for it. Here: this is the time for slow leavening. You have already prepared the ingredients, you have already kneaded. Now step aside and enjoy the wonderful spectacle of this culinary transformation. Of this transformation that is also happening inside you. "

"Without doing anything, grandmother?"

“Without doing absolutely anything. The smell of bread is already in the air. Trust your bread. And in the great possibilities that are within you. 

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Ashley
    May 18, 2022 @ 12:25:44

    Nicely said! Oh, I wish I could bake bread! 😋😋🙋‍♂️


  2. abvr
    May 20, 2022 @ 08:12:34

    Oh you are not astonishingly, I always knew this that you are a gorgeous, delightful and delicious writer.
    The metaphor for baking bread in relation to the meaningfulness of isolation is full of aroma.
    I can so identify with the grandmothers words. Time takes on a whole different meaning and whatsoever your level of skill or talent is you just find that this quiet space, withdrawn from the hustle and bustle gives creation and creativity a chance to bloom.

    What I do find astounding though, that the bakers, writers, poets and all other crafters who are constantly in the hustle and bustle of the market place, Fairy Queen, they thrive there and deliver us our bread daily and oh so tasty.

    Is God Unfair?


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