Potato and Leek Grief Soup & Serving up its goodness for others
Your advocacy recipe needs to be served up.
Last night I roared internally over something that’s been brewing for some time. It didn’t spill over in loud, angry or menacing shrieks or shouts-off, but it felt heard volcanically under my breath that had no steam-escape route.
To let you into this story that involved potato and leek soup may be too trivial. But in the larger scheme of things, this soup is about long-held grief and having a voice which has been squashed for some years. I made the soup as a statement. It got uneaten by the other. Words say it all. He’s not interested in my stance on roles and contribution that I have been grieving the loss of. That’s an important ingredient in me hanging with those who appreciate truth-telling, grief-sharing and hange-making.
So what does my potato and leek soup making have to do with me writing about grief and the importance of your advocacy being out there in the world?
Think about your own grief soup? What’s it flavour? Does it still burn? How palatable is it? How do you cool it down to make it edible? Is there now room for sharing the goodness of the soup and a seat at your table to nourish others going through similar loss and sometimes searing pain?
In Advocates Rising at Bold Women Speak, we know that lived experience is the best qualification for helping serve others who are going through what you’ve been through or are advocating for. Going to chef skill might give you some technical knowledge and apprenticeship, but it’s not the same as having lived, breathed and consumed the loss and the grief that is dished up day in and day out and you swimming in that and finding your way to the rim of the proverbial soup bowl.
I love to help people find their soup ingredients of their own loss and create a recipe – think messaging, nuance of story, and unique presentation that will warm people’s hearts who are seeking such soul nourishment following their own hard times that see them wanting to duck for cover on a wintry dark soul of the night.
Eating your soul, made and delivered by you, may well be some of their well-needed medicine and “chicken soup for the soul.”
The world needs your delicious broth. Want help honing your message, writing your story and getting your vital message ingredients out there in the world.
Email me or comment below to get started. Write: Chicken soup for the Soul.
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