A good friend visited from out of town this week. At one point she asked if I remembered a time when she lived in town and was going through a painful relationship split.
“You let me come to your house and just be there and you made me juice,” she said, and put her hand on my shoulder. “It was so nourishing. I always remember that when I think of you. That juice was amazing.”
I forget sometimes, in the middle of loving a child whose demands are mostly joyful but many, in the middle of thin and precarious economic times, that I have had the space in my heart and life to do things like open my home and make juice for a friend. We’ve lived a few hundred miles apart for a few years now, but she has somehow managed to appear at the exact moment that I needed support within that time more than once.
My juicer is currently buried in a kitchen cabinet, somewhere behind Tupperware containers and sippy cups and old Comfest mugs. I’m thinking that I need to grab some carrots and apples and ginger and pull it out again, to join a CSA to help ensure a summer of raw nourishment, to sow some karmic seeds.
I can’t believe it’s nearly June again.
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I love this time of year and am looking forward to my first CSA pick up on June 10. Maybe I should buy a juicer…
it sounds like you’ve both been there for each other.
Those are the best friends to have, even if you don't see each other as much anymore.
Speaking of Comfest – are you going this year? If so, we'll have to meet up. We always make a trip out to Comfest.