I still make so many things so complicated. But I’m learning simplicity.
Tonight I prepared a few favorite foods and shared them with people I love. Recipes we’ve had before but changed up tonight based on the ingredients I had available. A simple plate of halva shared over conversation for dessert.
The simplicity of nourishing our bodies and our relationships at a shared table can be holy.
The simplicity of the dinner table can be a sacred space of connection.
The simplicity of a short after-dinner walk with the warmth of spring and the light of the evening stars can be hallowed ground.
This is part of what I want to walk towards. There are so many places that life is complicated and hard and draining. Simplicity lets me breathe in these moments, preparing my body, mind and soul to continue to face the spaces that are complicated, hard and draining.
Spicy Miso Pasta and pistachio halva don’t hurt, either.
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