Catharsis.

There is something about Chicken Soup, made from scratch at home, that is cathartic. Add the wonderfully physical yet mental process of making bread from scratch and well, ahhhhh. The veggies going into the soup had dirt, DIRT on them. Isn't that fantastic. I know the woman and man who dug the carrots from the organic earth, along with the potatos, garlic, onions and kale (never added it to soup before, I hope it's good). I didn't wash veggies free of germs and other sorts of nastiness. I washed them free of DIRT (I know, but allow me the vision of beauty this conjures will ya?).

The house smells fabulous. It's 2:30 in the afternoon and dinner is well on it's way to being done. The bread is rising on the stovetop and smells wonderfully yeasty. 2 loads of laundry hang on the line downstairs and the kids woke up way too early so they'll be in bed early too. Right now they are playing outside in the sunshine. Ahhh, beauty and blessings abound.