July 26, 2007 

aking. I didn't realize how baking could be a healing thing. My friend's memorial service was today and I was one of the people asked to bake for the tea afterwards. Waking up at 6 am I started to make 4 coffee cakes (with the fresh strawberry jam I just made a week or so ago) and 6 batches of cookies. Honestly, I have been a mess all week, hence the sporadic blogging. All of us from the mushing group are devastated and feeling the loss of him, as are the logging and German communities.

But baking helped the healing process begin in a weird way. Maybe as it was I was doing something productive, even if it was in a small way.