At first, when kneading the dough,
a mass of disconnected ingredients,
sticky, uneasy, resistant,
not sure if it is lacking or complete.
Then, in one moment, it comes together —
supple, unified, smooth,
as if suddenly aware and recognizing itself,
it molds to its meaning, yields to its purpose.
When that happens, I connect with
all women in this and ancient days.
With lives lacking and complete,
we experience that moment –
When resistance turns to connection,
when we become aware and recognize ourselves,
our meaning, our intention;
when sense is made of our uneasy lives.
— meganthemegan, August 14, 2007