To The World...

To the world,
I promise temperance and insight and courage.
To crusade for justice, to seek the truth, and defend it, always.
To those whom my life may touch in slight measure, may I give graciously of what is mine.
To my friends, understanding and appreciation.
To those closer ones, love that is ever steadfast.
To my mind, growth.
To myself faith, that I may walk truly in the light of the flame.
(The Delta Zeta creed, from my sorority, written by Dorothy Mumford Williams, 1939)

Good morning, lovely market customers. Just a blog of love, a blog about compassion, and a huge dose of gratitude to all market customers and vendors who have all rallied, got on board with the market change in location, and for making this a record week, so far, in your confidence in giving us your orders!

You still have until Tuesday evening, at 10pm…and, if you have any questions, please feel free to reach out to me.

An early morning with a quiet Sunday mermaid mug of coffee, the sky is still dark, and there is not a sound in the house.
Last night, I came home, exhausted, as I have each night, this week. I did my usual scrubbing myself down, making sure to change my clothes, and pour a glass of wine. I mentally had a dinner plan to execute, and then I just sunk into oblivion, and watched, Walk The Line, the June and Johnny movie that I always love. I also, while making dinner, streamed a live show from Dead and Co., because they are giving us a week of past shows to view, like so many other bands are doing. I was in a sense of gratitude, gratefulness, reflection. And, then I posted a love vibe to the band, but noticed someone posting the most hateful stuff to the band. The person was using such harshness, and it was taking away from the goodness of the moment. The person was berating the band for being out in public, performing, and taking a chance of getting everyone sick. Everyone was lashing out at that person because had he clearly read about the show, or was even living in this world, he would have read that it was a show from 2016. He would have known, if he were a Dead Head, that this was a loving way to spend with our lovely band, during their lovely gesture. But, he chose to make it an ugly platform where it was not needed.
The edge…it’s there. It’s there, everyday. The edge is unknown, and it’s scary, but it’s also manageable, and the edge is giving us a new kind of kindness, and new gentle, and new understanding, and a new coming together. This is how I am viewing the unfoldings of the past few weeks.
Fear, and yelling, and pointing fingers, and soap boxing, and shoving fear posts out to everyone…that just ain’t my gig, man. I mean, I’ve got my social distancing down, and my hygiene, and I have a bit of fear but I have manifested it into hopefulness, at this point.
I am in the service industry with my food businesses. So, while the future is uncertain…I cannot book anything in the next months, I have no clue how anything will look in this near future, the part of the service industry that I am allowed to carry on with, is bringing me much joy. Much purpose. Much happiness to be a part of so many who need what my businesses provide.
But, it’s not just the actual business that the people are looking for. It’s guidance. It’s understanding. They are opening their eyes to the way they eat, what they are now looking for in their food. Where their food is coming from. Why, for some many damn years, my businesses are called the food police because we are so adamant about the online market products, and the products that we bring to people. Serve to people. What is in our food, our air our surroundings…this is what people are looking at, and thankful for my words to them, whenever they come to pick up orders, or I drop a delivery, or speak with them on the phone, or communicate through our very important online farmers market.
This new gentleness is what I am seeking…and, all week, in my head, I continue to recite this pledge, this beautiful pledge, that I recited so very many times in all of my college days. My sorority pledge. I didn’t really appreciate it to it’s deepest meaning back then. During those Sunday night meetings, in a roomful of idealistic sisters, pledging to always go forth, in this world, and bring the light. But, this is when we need the light, the most. I hope that it brings light, love, and patience to anyone who is still reading, as we face another week on the edge.

XOXO,
Cosmic Pam
Your ever rambling market manager