It’s Not Just Bread, It’s a Return to Self

If there’s one thing I want every person to understand about sourdough, it’s this:

You are not just baking bread—you are remembering who you are.

The process of making sourdough—slowing down, feeding the starter, watching it bubble to life, kneading and folding by hand—is a return to our most instinctive ways of being. Before we industrialised bread. Before we lost our patience. Before everything became fast, shelf-stable, and soulless.

When you make sourdough, you soften. When you make sourdough, you listen. When you make sourdough, you come home to your body, your senses, your breath.

It is food as ritual. Food as mindfulness. Food as slow healing.

And that is what I teach in my workshops. Not just how to stretch dough or time fermentation—but how to build presence into your process. Because the best bread isn’t just well-baked—it’s well-lived.

Sourdough has never just been about feeding others. It’s been about feeding you.