Today, while Hol and I were buying a 5 kilo bag of flour at the market, I realized that my 16 months here will be the longest I've been in one place/residence since high school.
(I moved to a different place every year I was in Dallas)
There's something about a big bag of flour that says "settled" to me.
It's an assurance that my time here is something beyond a wisp, that we will use these 5 kilos of flour and need to buy another- making cakes, cooking for friends, measuring and stirring and living the daily rhythms of life.
That time will at least stretch out longer than a few small bags of flour will last.
That investment is a part of being settled. Of reaching in and digging in and scooping into the depths of presence and possibility and connection.
thank you big bag of powdery, white flour.
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"That investment is a part of being settled. Of reaching in and digging in and scooping into the depths of presence and possibility and connection."
how beautiful it is that our reaching, digging and scooping in, as we find our roots extending in a place, embraces everything from hands bringing flour out of a bag in the daily rhythms of baking to the moments when we find ourselves immersed in the hearts and stories of those with whom we come to share in life together.
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