I’m sitting here feeling totally immersed in emotion over The Tragically Hip’s last ever concert. I can’t help but relate it to my own life and journey through providing food for people from local farms.
The band is into their third encore at this point, going beyond what is necessary.
I want to live my life like that. Completely giving myself over to the talent and the passions for the people, as if today could be our last. It could be.
I know what that feels like to feel so much a part of something that you would rip out your own heart and gift it on a plate to people.
Life is short as it is, even without a death sentence.
I want to spend it listening and answering the call of free ranged chickens clucking and garden tomatoes ripening. I want to inspire others to the tastes and pleasures of the earth and have them be supported and nourished by it. I want to see the producers of these wonderful foods, in their elements but without all the worry and stress of trying to make a living wage.
We grow stronger and more united by this every day. I’m here to relay that message to you.
I’ve put myself out there so much in the last year and it’s scared the shit out of me! Scarier than failure is the fear of success I think. With each success brings on a levelling up and new responsibilities. These responsibilities aren’t just things to do. It’s livelihoods. It’s people’s homes and ability to provide for themselves and continue on making the good food.
There was so much that I was not prepared for when I started putting together food boxes. I had to decide that I was actually doing this and then go full force taking a deep breath every two seconds and just pushin through. We can do this. I have to reconnect and recommit to that every day. It means so much to me and I’m so humbled by the amount of people wanting to do this!
Even the small changes we make as individuals, adds to the collective and it makes a difference. What we do and eat in our every day lives matters. No matter how small it may seem, know that that one egg or string bean, was picked and carried to you, for you by a real hand. Someone with ideas and dreams and thoughts. A person.
I can see that this is building up to something. These are the days that we will look back to with nostalgic fondness.
What are you doing that connects you?