How can I convey to you, in nothing more than unmoving words on a white screen, the week of enchanted and unexpected magic that I spent with Heathy of Sweetly Raw and Food and Yoga for Life in her northern Ontario home last November? How can I adequately describe the way our kindred sistersouls starting weaving together like lace from the moment we met, and how the depth of our connection combined with the dreamlike surroundings made it seem like every vulnerability was uncovered, yet at the same time like we were soaring, because we were together, curled up by the fireplace, shimmering and understanding everything?
How can I explain what it was that led Heathy to invite me into her home and world, and for me to accept without hesitation (and, in so doing, undertake over a day’s worth of travelling each way), when in truth we barely knew each other beforehand? How can I, long a skeptic of all such matters, explain this in any other way than that the universe made it so, that somehow the stars knew that Heathy and I needed to find each other and begin our deep friendship just like this, cocooned from the outside world by snow and distance, sharing secrets, stories, and an endless array of sweet treats?
I can’t explain it. And perhaps I shouldn’t. Perhaps it is enough to be grateful to the universe for bringing Heather (and her delicious Sweetly Raw desserts) into my life.
Perhaps it is enough to simply show you a glimpse of our magic.
After my flight to Thunder Bay, overnight B&B stay, and four hour bus ride the next morning, Heathy picked me up from the Greyhound station and drove us an hour back to her home. From the moment I stepped out of Heathy’s car and saw the lake glittering with the sun’s light beyond tall silver trees in her backyard, I knew my week was going to be special.
Oh hey there, little squirrel fellow! Aren’t you just a sweetest thing!
Hide and seek! I see you! Up there on your squirrel roof! Don’t worry, I’m not about to steal your squirrel feed.
After all, Heathy and I have almost 4 kilos of intensely amazing raw almond butter inside, and we don’t really want to share either.
After I’d finished the above imaginary conversation with a squirrel, Heathy bundled me up in winter gear and took me off exploring with her little poodle pup, who was so affectionate and lovely that I began to miss my own poodle pup terribly, my poodle pup who recently passed away.
But this is not a post of sadness; this is a post of joy. The joy of new friendship, of wearing reversible mittens both ways at the same time (pink! brown!), of skipping stones across the water and laughingtalkinglaughing breathlessly.
After a little more time getting lost in the beauty of northern Ontario, I experienced the incredibilityfulness of Heathy’s raw pizza wizardry for dinner while also meeting her partner J, who is a man of awesomeness.
The recipes for Heathy’s all-raw buckwheat sunflower seed sundried tomato pizza crust, marinara sauce, pesto, marinated veggies, and cashew cheese are available here. You must make them. Forever. Except leave room for dessert, because…
Is this what heaven looks like?
This is what heaven looks like.
I may have started to hyperventilate a little bit when Heathy said “dessert time!” and then laid out, on the counter, everything you see above. All raw, all vegan, all so incredibly beyond comprehension delicious that I almost cried with overwhelmed exuberance.
Raw vegan dark chocolate moonie pies, jumbo almond butter cups, jumbo peanut butter cups, pear crumble, pumpkin cheesecake, pumpkin pie, lucuma pumpin fudge, cashew chocolate clusters, almond chocolate clusters, macaroons…
This is what heaven looks like.
I told you it was magic.