Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is upon us. It doesn’t seem possible that an entire year has passed by since I last posted at Thanksgiving time. A lot has happened in just a year. 2016 seems to have been a fight for many of us. A fight against weather, dry and uncooperative; a fight between politicians and individuals and the very direction of our country. And yet, here we are.

I’ve always loved the CSA for many reasons, but perhaps the biggest reason is how connected to my world I feel when I support the CSA and eat locally produced food. It feels like a daily way to acknowledge, “I am here. I am a citizen of this planet. I am conscious and intentional in my actions.” Sometimes we need to strip life down to the bare bones of it all. Let go of the big picture and see the forest for the trees. Perhaps we cannot all agree on the way forward, but I think we can all agree that we are here in this life wanting what we feel is best. Maybe I’m an idealist, but I think that ultimately, 99.9% of the world is coming from a place of love. Perhaps fear comes in, or anger at not being understood, or feelings of unfairness or heartbreak, but if we boil the human condition down to the purest of forms, I think we just find love. And love can cause us to do some crazy things. Sometimes we need to stop, and breathe, and recenter ourselves to remember what we’re really all about.

When I open my CSA box this week, I’ll see brussels sprouts, rutabagas, garlic, leeks and more. But the physical form of these vegetables is perhaps deceptive. A leek is never just a leek. These vegetables are an important and tangible reminder of the efforts of a ferociously dedicated group of people from around the world working tenaciously to feed their community. If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.  

Our CSA order will be brought to my door by Adil, here from the Sudan, who chats with me and my children about life across the world as I check over the dairy order. Once he leaves,  I’ll unpack our beautiful vegetables and admire their robust vibrance, feeling gratitude for the many individuals who worked so hard to sew the seeds and tend the crops. Many of the harvest crew have traveled to our little state from Burundi, Senegal, Ethiopa, and the Sudan. I will next put away our dairy, and spend a moment thinking of Sadiqi from Ethiopia who helps bottle the milk, and Marie from Burundi who makes delicious cheese. As I transfer chickens to the cooler, I’ll think of Irena from Russia who has harvested them by hand, and then of her son Vladimir who, like Adil, goes door to door making sure that all of these labors of love arrive on time and in excellent shape. Finally, I’ll think of Luke and Catarina, who started Brookford Farm together after they met and fell in love while working at a biodynamic farm in Russia. I will never know all of the intricacies and stories of all of these intertwined lives, but each day when I cook for my family, I depend on their relentless dedication, and for this I have immeasurable gratitude. Their work is directly life sustaining; it is the very food that nourishes the bodies and souls of my children. It is love.

We may live in an imperfect world, but every moment still holds hope for love to prevail. Whether you spend Thanksgiving with friends, with family, in quiet solitude, or helping strangers, it is a day that provides us all with the opportunity to exercise gratitude for the love that sustains us. Whether love is huddled close around you in the form of family, or whether it makes its way into your life in the form of organic carrots and raw cream, it is there awaiting discovery. Our interconnected humanity is evidenced in virtually all elements of our lives, if we know how to look for it.

I’m no expert on the meaning of life, but I like to believe that the celebration of love is key to our existence. This week, as you open your CSA box, we invite you to join us in celebrating the love that produced its contents, just as we celebrate the love from our customers that allows us to continue in our work. Together, we sustain this farm. Together, we make a difference. Together, we change the world.

Thank you.