The Therapy of Baking Bread
communicating across the boundaries of faith & culture
I begin to bake bread when twilight comes quickly and a chill is ever-present in the air. I begin to bake bread when the dark of winter is not yet upon us and the glow of Autumn shines through orange candles. I continue baking it through the cold of winter, as snow piles up and then melts. I bake bread until finally, the forsythia breaks through and yellow blossoms stand tall, breaking the fast of winter gray.
Making bread is often better therapy than a counseling session.
I think about baking bread on my way home from work as I watch the sun too early and feel the icy wind on my face.
I think about setting the oven to 350 degrees as I start the yeast rising. I think about the ingredients: wheat flour, white flour, oats, yeast, oil, sugar, salt. So simple–yet yielding so much.
I mix up the oats…
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Written by Vikas Acharya Posted in blogger