My Story

I think food is about presence. Like when I use chopsticks, it slows me down. Makes me feel the act of eating. It becomes a movement practice. There’s motion in food—in how it’s passed around, how it enters your body, how it leaves. That motion requires safety. You can’t enjoy food if you don’t feel safe.

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I’m drawn to Zen Buddhist eating practices—rituals that acknowledge where the food came from, who grew it, who prepared it. We should set up an altar at our dinner–placing elements, naming ancestors, naming the workers who made the meal possible. Food moves through so many hands before it gets to your plate. I want to honor that.

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There’s always a structure—an agenda, opening and closing rituals, and space for anything else we need. But really, it’s about slowing down. Being present. Eating with intention. Letting food move through you like breath.