I literally love that pork fat was sacred to Hestia. Goddess of Workin’ the Grill, Goddess of Throwin’ Some Honey Mustard On that Bad Buoy, Goddess of Autism Be Damned.
In my heart of hearts Hestia is some grungy looking creole tgirl with a beer belly and an outdoor grill.
I began to talk. I talked about summer, and about time. The pleasures of eating, the terrors of the night. About this cup we call a life. About happiness. And how good it feels, the heat of the sun between the shoulder blades.
Mary Oliver, from “toad”, truro bear and other adventures: poems and essays
shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.
