When I was a kid, I loved to watch my grandmother make cookies. And by watch, I mean I would stick my fingers in the bowl to lick the dough every time she had her back turned, much to her dismay. And then, when I became an adult, I thought it would be a good idea to scarf down a whole bowl of raw cookie dough to myself. Not only is it a great way to get seriously sick, it’s not exactly the healthiest snack option.
Today I witnessed something beautiful. A group of incredible women all came together to comfort a friend who just lost her mother. In the wake of her sadness, a collective gift was formed. We placed an empty box on the table and each one of us filled it with homemade healthy foods. We decided that instead of having to focus on nourishing her body right now, that she needs to concentrate her time on nourishing her soul.