the smell of yeast
in the Name of God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. amen. O God make speed to save me, O Lord make haste to help me, glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit; as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. amen. God of your goodness, give me yourself, for you are enough to me. and I can ask for nothing less that is to your glory. and if I ask for anything less, I shall still be in want, for only in you have I all. all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.
-Julian of Norwich Prayer
all shall be well
a rhythm i’m slipping into
slowing down
even when i’m running
breathe in breathe out
it is a beautiful thing to be human
it is a truly beautiful thing to live
sustained by the Lord of Lords
our hearts beat, blood rushes through our veins neurons fire and we move we dance we laugh
aches in my chest so big the ocean couldn’t fill it
it is a beautiful thing to live
how did i ever think otherwise
do you know what loons sound like have you caught a falling leaf canoed to a friends house jazz in a garage at night swimming before the warmth breaks under the stars bonfires on hills just us
brightly human
somehow we are all alive and we are here i’m here roots filling the space ribcage expanding inhale exhale
kneading bread
pound and twist and fold and pound
Sit, let it rise
Let it breathe
Rhythm and time
Trees smile
Roots stretch
i never liked the smell of yeast but it’s all a metaphor baking bread is a holy thing something sacred it is a way of hope, trust, and rest the dough will rise and in that time
all shall be well, and all shall be well
and all manner of things shall be well
i will still live, sustained by grace
the earth will still spin
you will still be here
“And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ.” Phil 1:6
so i will bake, i will slow, i will rest and trust. rhythm and repetition fills the mundane and that is where the bread rises, where i unfold. there is time, there is space, i can breathe, i can slow. slow down.
linger.
“all is well” whispering under my breath even when pain fills the underside of my eyelids. you don’t change, i will trust in who you are father. knead me, bless me, break me. here i am.
