Editor’s Note: There have been so many positive responses toTimbrel’s latest issue centered on diverse perspective on food justice. The following email was sent directly to me by Marian Sauder Egli. She gave permission to have her perspective posted on the Mennonite Women Voices blog.
“I enjoyed every article in the Timbrel spring issue.
I find that refrigeration is an issue in understanding “Food Justice.” For a couple years I shared a church-owned apartment in Harlem, NYC with a friend. We chose to eat and cook separately since we were seldom there at the same time and had differing food choices.
The refrigerator met apartment code standards but was smaller than anywhere I had lived up to that time. We couldn’t buy in bulk or make a large kettle of soup to then divide into smaller portions and freeze due to space. Even while having a clean kitchen, there is an on-going battle with roaches when living in a 5 story walk-up apartment building. It was better to store dry foods in the refrigerator. Continue reading
Danile Martens lives and works in Mishawaka, Indiana. She is married to John Martens. She spent 4 years with her family in Cambodia with MCC working in provincial health services. She is an active member of Kern Road Mennonite Church. For fascinating reading on sustainable farming practice and theology of creation care she recommends the work of Gene Logsden, Joel Salatin, and Ellen Davis.
It is winter and a pristine white snowfall flocks on branches, and gathers in swales, covering the pasture in white under a brilliant blue sky. Soon spring will bring a green flush of grasses and clover, and the calves and their old dams will kick up their heels in anticipation and delight as they move to new pasture. For now I enjoy the quiet of the morning, watching the dance of cardinals, finches, sparrows and juncoes around the feeder. Winter’s comparative leisure contrasts to the months of the growing season, May to October, when work lasts until dark most days. I have learned to accept the long spring and summer working days, at the end of which we have time only to eat, clean up, and fall into bed. We do not live by the clock, but by the rhythm of the seasons. I find order and beauty in working with the cycles of nature but it is out of step with modern life.