The land allows you the honor to believe that you've conquered it. Traveled it all. Seen it all. Know it all. The land lives and breathes in front of your eyes, while you stab it with your pride every living minute, to feel bigger than it. The land rebirths silently, awaiting a surrenderer to feel one and equal.
God gave us hands. Even animals don't delegate the task of putting food on their plates to anyone else.
May you have the honor of cooking for someone once in your lifetime. May you have the boundless love of someone to cook them a meal. May you warm their hearts and touch their soul with your stew of passion. May your children learn to sow with you. May you have a hand to hold and bread to break.
Work like you're on god's duty to earn your worth. Love like you're on god's duty to change at least one soul for the better. Dream like you're on god's duty to be bigger. Eat like you're on god's duty to realize what a gift it is to be alive. And cook like you're on god's duty to truly understand the meaning of selflessness.
Dirty. Wrinkled. Unmanicured. Gentle. Fierce. Formative. Expressive. Soil soaked. Tired. Happy. Beautiful. Protecting. Loving. Mothering.
Happy mothers day Mom. Thanks for all the care, sheltering and most importantly—the food.