2 months ago
I spent a large portion of this year cooking my way to joy. I’ve been thinking a lot about family legacies - what is meant to stay because it has helped us survive and what we have a sacred duty to destroy because it has helped us survive. They often look and feel like the same thing in my mind and body and heart. Every time I made a mole, a tamal, a salsa, a tortilla, un caldo - I saw all the ingredients thrown in, being in process, mixing the bitter with the sweet along with memories and desire and regret and reverence. At the end I was always reminded that it was a process with no recipe and glory found when the most intuition and trust in myself was used. In these spaces of holiness is where discernment would emerge and I could witness the result of both what has been a finely tuned practice over many years along with the guidance of unseen and unknown hands and spirits.
There is this notion that we only create goodness on our spiritual journeys, that there are only high vibes and sunshine, that there is only abundance and positive energy waiting for us on the other side with the wind of the ancestors at our back. I’ve always lived on its shadow side, unwilling or unable to move outside of its trap seeing both the lessons and the pains of lineage. Finally, I’m beginning to see that maybe it is the way of my people, and a damn fine gift to the universe, that some of us can hold so much space in shadow, in death, in loss, and in grief and uncertainty. It’s a gift that we can live a sacred existence amidst all of that without losing our taste for the finer things like a well cooked meal.
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