Curing the Soul by Means of the Senses
If Life Were as Predictable as Bread...
I didn't mean to take three years to launch Vegan SoulFlour. It just happened that way. Sometimes life throws curveballs. Sometimes it throws grenades. Whether it was inspiration or psychosis that led me to start this journey when I did, we shall soon see! My guess: it's a little bit of both.
In Joy & Sadness
Although season one of Vegan SoulFlour is postponed to 2025, I am truly excited for that which is rising now. This excitement is tempered, however, with all the feels that come with caring for a parent in decline. Again.
Home hospice care has begun for my father. As his live-in sole caregiver, maintaining my well-being has been… so-so.
On the days that I have the energy to do something for myself, I try to prepare meals that will nourish my body, mind, and heart and be enticing enough to attract a reprise even when I'm too sad to eat.
This is Why. This is How.
Because I must process grief in real time in order to get through it, because I must practice enough self-care to provide memory care, and because I am Vegan, on a micro-budget, and have expensive taste --
I call on the wisdom, elegance, and culinary mastery of my matriarchs to help me take what I love to do and create something healing and beautiful.
Here goes.
Legacy
my mother, held by her mother
my grandparents (bottom) and dad
my maternal grandmother, a songwriter
my mom and aunts, singers at work
my great-grandmother holding me
four generations, one kindergarten graduate
in my mother's arms, her grandmother
with dad, low-key flexing
my paternal grandma and me
with mom on her last healthy birthday
Thank You
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