Stone Soup – A Gift from My Mom
It was my mom’s birthday this week and as I have been reflecting on how much I appreciate her, and how much she has influenced me over the years, my memories linger on a very specific formative moment when I was in 4th grade and we made stone soup together. Perhaps you know of that old story about a wanderer who comes to a poor village looking for food and comfort. He knocks on the villagers’ doors one by one, only to be turned away on each and every occasion. The excuses have to do with scarcity: “We only have a few carrots”; or, “we only have a bag of onions and nothing more”. He lights a fire in the village square and fills a pot with stones and water, saying something along the lines of, “It’s ok, I’ll just make stone soup. But a sprinkle of salt would … Continue reading