Two loaves of molasses bread
Mixed: 3:15 pm
Barely out of the oven in time, we drove up the hill, the inside of our car smelling of warm molasses bread, our chatter focused on the house blessing to come. Orthodox folk have so much fun to look forward to throughout the year! And I just love everything about the blessing of a home.
The holy water flung here and there,
the singing as we process around,
the little jobs for the kids, being with beloved friends, playing dolls with my goddaughter, impromptu singing around the piano, and opening our hearts to the prayers for this family, this family that we admire and love. The gift of warm bread is just a tiny thanks for all this family has given us.
My husband laughed at a cliched conversation between myself and the amazing mother of this family. She stated how lovely my home always was, right after I’d told her how beautiful her house looked. Moms… homes… candles… children… messes… gardens… warmth… even bread. All of these elements, so sacred, are parts of our lives that really matter, that can heal wounds and save souls. And blessing your house each January or February, walking into each and every corner with crosses and candles and holy water makes a difference in your life and mine. I’m still basking in the afterglow…