The tiny seedlings emerging from the new garden quickly became a metaphor for my early pregnancy. As they grew, so did I. We were surrounded by the lush growth and rich colors that nourished our bodies and souls.
There’s a wild sense of empowerment in turning hoards of fresh produce into batches of soups, stews, and diverse, colorful, nutritionally-packed meals. But more than that, I’ve taken on the household tasks of meal prepping and cooking as moments of meditation and prayer, weaving intention into every ingredient I choose. It’s almost like a witch casting a spell over her cauldron, except… that’s exactly what it is.