the hands that feed you

the hands that feed you

when the oat flour is this fine it fits into the grooves of my print

it reminds me of all the instruments of love these hands have created over the 37 years they've been in existence

it's always kind of visceral putting my hands into oat powder

reminds me of the handprints on the caves in Lascaux-- to leave our mark on the world in the most primal of ways

Monica was here! 🖐

we hit 10 years this year, by the way

got me thinking about the transactional relationships we all have with each other-- hand to hand

whether that transaction is through money, goods, services, time, emotion, attention, space doesn't much matter

but every time you purchase from us you are helping to feed our business and our lives

four of us: me, Bea, Brandon, and Happy Belly

every dollar spent and received is not without the work that went behind it

on your end and ours

you could choose to spend your time/money/attention elsewhere, but you choose us and we feel that deeply

our devotion to this business is something of a guiding light-- a beacon

Happy Belly was gestated and birthed by me, but raised by ALL of us

glad to be part of whatever this sweet beast has and will become

and glad to know that THIS TYPE OF RELATIONSHIP matters the most right now (in this capitalistic hellscape)-- this is really understanding where your food comes from in a much more tangible way than we've ever talked about

so let's keep putting all of our best into her and she'll keep feeding us for years to come

might be talking about myself right now instead of HB, butttt whatever 🤣✌