Buon natale my friends! I know it has been a long time since my last posting, but a lot has been happening- healing, reconnecting, deepening, cooking, soul searching, and planning. This morning I talked to Kelly about a most wonderful adventure I am setting off on in January, and was trying to determine how to let you all know. She suggested she do a guest post…so here it is. Enjoy and enjoy this most wonderful time of the year:)
Last Christmas was spent on a beautiful farm in our rented home in the furthest corner of NW Washington. This Christmas finds us nestled on the second floor of a small craftsmen home in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. The Nurturing Hearth, as a place, is partly the tangible surroundings of our physical home. Even more, it is the space we strive to create within the walls of this home…wherever we are.
Both of our girls were born into a home that co-existed as a meditation center. It was filled with light and love and a host of people to share it with. When our guests left, it resumed being a place where we were tried daily as young parents with young children, to do the best we could. We nurtured the people that came to visit us but found little left over to give to one another. It was with these feelings that we departed that lifestyle in search of something more “nurturing” for our young family of four. It was with these feelings that we set off to the NW with visions of a small homestead, rustic fireplace, animals to tend to, gardens to harvest, green space to frolic in and return to our natural care-free selves.
The NW lent itself to much of this experience. Even more, it was a rich place of contemplation and healing…and prepared the way for whatever was to come next. In the space of an old cattle milking barn, our home, “The Nurturing Hearth” was born. It started as a blog name…but truly represented what Tim dreamt of creating within our own home- a rustic return to Italy. We also wanted to make our home into a space where our children and our marriage would receive the nurturing and sustenance required to thrive.
It began with tasty wholesome recipes, ingredients, and aromas. It expanded into what those scents and flavors meant to us on a much deeper level. Countless hours of quiet solo contemplation gave way to hours in front of the stove shared in community with each other. Rushed mealtimes so that we could get on with our evening teachings to those coming to our meditation center, gave way to prolonged dinners around the table with our girls, each other, and the treasured guests who became our dear friends. The quiet pause at the end of our busy days became sacred time that none of us would dare miss out on because of the mutual nurturing it provided. It was nurturing to our bodies and warming to our souls as only a hearth can do.
In the midst of a shit load of clearing, purging, letting go, healing, and contemplating, we decided to move our family from our cherished little home in WA to the heart of the Heartland in Wisconsin. This place beckoned to us both for different reasons, but for both of us, a surefire way to reclaim parts of our forgotten or not-so-forgotten pasts. The move provided an opportunity for even deeper unveiling and continued mending and healing. Our intention in moving was to find a small farm property and create a farm-to-table venture of sorts and to be closer to our physical roots and extended family.
Fate would have it that very shortly after our arrival in Milwaukee, an opportunity arose for Tim to meet Fabrizia Lanza in Milwaukee and talk about the 10 week Anna Lanza Tasca “Cook the Farm” school in Sicily. It seemed rather far-fetched early on…but within a short-time seemed to be the most right next step on our journey to create a farm space of our own. The all too familiar nudge inside of me informed me to encourage Tim’s application to this school with the 1001 details completely unknown about how we would make things happen if he actually did get accepted to the school. He applied. He got in. He received the travel scholarship making it too good to pass up. He leaves January 19th.
I will be flying solo with both girls, for twice the amount of time he travelled to Italy last year. I am still not sure how all of the details will work themselves out. Life has shown me that it always works best when you put one foot in front of the other. I feel a little nervous but excited for the opportunities that are in front of Tim, for us as a family, and for the evolution of the Nurturing Hearth. I have reserved visions of the physical manifestation of the Hearth. My firey nature fears what will happen if I allow these flames to go unchecked. It is my own way of putting the brakes on…I do this to a fault at times.
The only problem with that is it tends to have me wallow in fear, worry, wondering how it will all work out. Is the energy we are putting forth (and monetary resources!) going to pan out? Will it become what we quietly, reservedly desire it to become? Will it truly evolve into a physical, nurturing, warm and heart-filled space where people can come, learn, grow, cultivate, harvest, cook and be with one another doing something that is most central to our sustenance as humans, eat!?! Being a part of a creative process with other humans is a leap of faith. The next steps have yet to reveal themselves. This is the step that we are on.
Many of you have followed some of our journey thus far. I wanted to take this quiet moment on Christmas morning to bring you up to speed so you could continue the journey. Thank you for your supportive words and energy. Please keep it coming! We send you love and peaceful blessings this day. Be well. Eat well. Dream big. Live bold. Have courage and bring heart to all that you do. The current state of our world needs us to do a whole lot more of this!