First Home Dinner After Retreat

by the time food reaches me, it is caked with the invisible pain of others, saturated with the grim labor of thousands. this accumulated degradation is harder to remove than the wax off an apple, or the gerrymandered genes from a cup of Monsanto rice. but maybe, somewhere along the line, the food has also been blessed by the whispers and motions of resistance. maybe the diggers of these potatoes are meeting secretly, to organize. maybe the truckers and dock workers are forming alliances. maybe the grocers in the produce section are imagining a world where the beets belong to everyone. so i want to treat the food with love, to honor not only the bad, but the good and neutral of its past. may it fuel me, and others, toward collective liberation.

A post today on my nearly-defunct personal blog, Kloncke, fits the food justice theme, so I thought I'd share. Would love to hear other laypeople's (and monastics'!) food meditations in daily life!