The Baker

A few months ago I heard a poet say that she always has her eyes open, she’s always looking and watching people. Sometimes she is so distracted she trips over her own two feet. 

I decided to start paying attention, and what I saw were women, who were living as the salt of the earth.  They are makers, warriors, fighters – they are weary, waiting, wondering – they are serving, shepherding and becoming. 

I decided to write about them and post a poem a week.  I hope you enjoy – and as we take a glimpse into their lives, you just might see yourself.