The Spark that Became Mother Mountain

Spring 2021

Inspiration

Words: Anne Heart

I don’t know how it all started… the chicken or egg… the chicken coop my neighbor gave me or the fresh egg bread we left on another neighbor’s porch. But I somehow find my self at the top of the most curvy road in the country with a very unique and connected community.

Our paths cross, the dogs bark as we pass the gate and we hear other children squeal somewhere in the forest. We get curious about each other, lend a helping hand when someone is on the side of the road or needs a recommendation for a plumber. This is how the village is knit; it’s organic, circumstantial and as old as time for social animals.

I am fascinated by the knit of humans relationships as well as the genius art of knitting. An age-old repeated mantra that, with patience, over time binds into a stout fabric of tiny connections. So I guess the sourdough started there… with the connection of hands to a craft, our craft to our wellness, our wellness imbedded in our bond, the bond flourishing on the mountain. I started mixing, playing with others and what we’ve got to share with you is fresh, maybe a little half baked but hot!