The Magical Herstory of Food

Long before food was a commodity bought and sold for profit, no act of food production, from harvesting, growing, preparing, preserving, storing, cooking, baking, was left unblessed by women’s prayers, rituals and devotions. And for most of human history nearly every domestic activity from making pots to planting seeds to baking bread was ritual “hearthcraft”. And to put it very simply, women’s food magic had one central purpose, to honour and nourish the great mother of all – who in turn nourished them.

The loss of reverence for the earth desacralized our food. And for women it meant being severed from the rituals which brought us together, from which we drew nourishment, meaning and spiritual sustenance. The Magical Herstory of Food

I can’t measure my grief and I can’t show anyone what color it is. I can offer testimony that others can reject or accept on faith, but my grief is always just my grief, unobservable by anyone but me, and then imperfectly. And maybe it isn’t even grief anymore; maybe it’s envy of people who aren’t grieving, or shame that my grief is lasting so long

— Sarah Manguso, from The Guardians: An Elegy for a Friend

I am feeling the martyrdom of an untimely sensuality.

— Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from “Água Viva,”

Passionate. Innocent. She resembled all this fresh summer enchantment.

— Zinaida Nikolaevna Gippius, from The Selected Works; “The Mountain Cornel