What we forget is that
Salt is a sacrifice
Each bite is Earth ground down
Body into taste to
To this bite, this breath.
To shield ourselves from this is
A strange falling
Listen: ritual can be simple,
Easy as noticing that this salt is
The changes I have undergone lately, the journeys I have undertaken, have woken me again and again to two things:
I have much to offer and
The world is hungry for me to offer it.
There is a strange falling in shielding myself behind the eternal student, the safety of beginnings, and yes, that infusion of fresh air is always necessary. But the accumulated wisdom needs somewhere to go. And it wants to go into my work.
The odd piece of this for me is that on the one hand I’m a baby counselor, not more than a month into my first counseling job, and it feels really disingenuous to start rocking the boat already. On the other hand, I am a seasoned woman. Life has taught me, and taught me, and taught me, and I have had the wits to listen.
So: I am all of it, baby and wise woman, student and elder. The fires that burn deep in my belly are the same fires: to fight for the personhood of mothers, for available childcare so that women can participate in the culture. The sweetness of self-determination for all, a yearning for each person on this planet to have the food and space and respect and love and art supplies they need to ripen into themselves. The deep, deep-in-my-bones love for this earth, these mountains, the stories the forests and stones and rivers tell and the magic beneath those stories.
To this burning I offer: a mind sharpened by the privilege of an excellent education, a heart warmed by the generosity and sacrifice of untold ancestors and fellow travelers, a life story that has broken my ears wide open to hear the experience of others without losing myself, and wisdom passed down from people, plants, and traditions that held me and held me until I learned.
In the day-to-day, this ritual fire takes the shape of a windowless office in the bowels of the Buncombe County Social Services building. Here, I listen to the stories of humans who have been batted around between walls of not-enough. Not enough options, not enough privilege, not enough respect, not enough attention, not enough love. My job is to assess their need for substance use disorder treatment and sometimes that is what I do.
But the fire burns, invisible beneath my pressboard desk, and what I really do is try to listen with every pore of my skin. I offer tea and water and a closed door and attention and flowers. If there are resources I can offer I will offer them, but more often what I collect is the story. I place it as a twig on the fire. And the fire of these voices is growing into a conflagration that wants to burn away all the not-enough and leave childcare, time alone, laughter, and fruit trees in its wake. I don’t know how to do that yet. But I have faith that I will. Or, more truthfully: WE will.
The mountaintop I left this morning was shrouded in fog and a sweet soft rain, a rain I realized suddenly was a hydrosol of Earth, every plant and clay and being in this watershed distilled and condensed in the falling mist. I am so blessed to have this time to make art, to learn, to nourish myself.
May I always feel the blessing in the rain. May I always remember that salt is a sacrifice.
May I be of service to the ones who walk into my office. May I be of service to the great fire beneath the surface of what I do.
5 responses to “Salt is a Sacrifice”
Always good to hear you speak.
I love the mix of art, poetry, ritual, and heart wisdom.
I read your posts and feel deep resonance. Sometimes I even feel a tiny shock wave, a pang of the truth being spoken that I have just begun to recognize in myself, but had not yet found words for.
Thanks for continuing to share here.
BTW, I bet you are becoming a wonderful “counselor”…guide.
That is so extremely validating! Thank you for taking the time to read and respond. ❤️
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Thank you, Lissa.
Coming from you that means the world. I so look up to you and the work you do dear friend! ❤️
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful! Thank you, Lissa!