My mind is a complete blank and that is a good thing. Normally, I am filled to the brim with lists of things to do, goals to accomplish, needs to be met, laundry to be folded, or animals to be fed and watered. This morning feels peaceful, still, and dark.
I know that later on today, we will be canning the last few batches of tomato sauce, spaghetti sauce, tomato soup and some whole tomatoes. That is a lot of chopping, dicing, stewing, and boiling of giant vats of water for the canning process.
There is a bit of Zen to the art of chopping vegetables that will go into a jar, and become part of a group of other jars lining shelves that will feed our family all through the winter. It’s getting back to something from long ago, a pioneer spirit, a do-it-yourself food plan. We planted it, watered it, weeded it, tended it, picked it, cleaned it, chopped it, seasoned it, stewed it, stirred it, and put it in a can for later. We did it as a family, and we did it all for the first time this year.
Throughout the year there have been times when I felt overwhelmed, but more often, I felt empowered. I got to be one with the earth, and there is something mystical, holy and pure about that. I have begun a process of becoming in tune with nature, and there is joy and wisdom there that I need, that I long for and reach out for, and am finding it reaches out for me as well.