father’s day, and i’m sitting in the kitchen waiting for my bread to rise while the grrlz play outside on the sidewalk and the sun shines through the many skylights that pierce the roof of our little cave making pools of light. the bread is sitting on the table in front of me looking promising.
i heard a deeply moving Dharma talk by the late Darlene Cohen at Tassajara a few years ago where she argued passionately for “the textured life” – a life that she saw as an alternative to both post-modern, late-capitalist consumerism and anti-modernist fundamentalism. briefly, she urged us to engage and invigorate the network of relationships – the “entanglement” as Ian Hodder would have it – by making things for each other and for ourselves.
lately, it seems, i’ve been doing a lot of that. i do the lion’s share of the cooking for our family including making all of our bread and most of our yogurt. i build and fix bikes for myself and others. there is an increasing amount of sewing and other forms of domestic production to be done. and, not surprisingly, it does add texture. and why not? whether we like it or not, we’re inextricably entangled in this vast network of relationships that extends throughout space and time. why not really dig in and feel the texture of the fabric?
ok, i’m done now.