kneading

forging is a rough process.
growth is a disruptive process.
kneading is a pressing process.
it’s often uncomfortable to be in process.
the same steps that are uncomfortable, are necessary in forming the end result.

the bread first required kneading.

kneading requires poking at the knots, the locked up bits.
pushing on the rough spots to smooth the dough.
kneading works in more ingredients for the perfect ratio,
works out the clumps for the perfect product.

kneading uses the firm to create the soft.
working into and working out.
pressing, stretching, folding, mashing, positioning, again and again.
creating the proper structure and reaction for the rise, for the baking, for the tasting.

kneading requires the time, strength, and patience of skilled hands.
finding the rough and moving towards.
seeing the clumps and dedicating attention.
working the ingredients at hand for the masterpiece to come.

bread is coming.

i can trust the thoroughness and the intention paid to every part of the forming.
it’s hands-on.
and you take your time.
you’re working out the rough to make room and movement for the good,
the master at work to the masterpiece, attention to every bit.

there is intimacy in the hands,
the leaning in and uncovering.
there is weight and pressure,
loving intention.

bread is coming.

inviting new love is to first identify where it’s knot.
the corners that haven’t been introduced or the spaces not visited in awhile,
must be folded in.
press there. knead there.
freedom’s opportunity lies in each link of the chain.
making space for light might start with looking head on at some darkness.
press there. find need there.
he had to go through Samaria.
there’s work to be done on the way.

bread is coming.
love is coming.
may not be here yet, prepare ye the way.

kneading is what i’m needing.