Can I find peace staring into the murky pond without knowing what lies at the bottom? Yes, I can. And that’s the wonder of it.
I’m taking a vacation from weekly posts, putting my blog on hiatus for the growing season to explore my inner dirt and write in depth.
Some days the chaos freaks me out. Other days I see the order of things and realize that chaos is just a pattern I fail to recognize.
My storage space was my exit strategy. If things didn’t work out, I had another life in a box waiting for me to start over someplace else.
You choose how to change your life by choosing how to think about yourself, the story you tell yourself about who you are. Your choice.
I shouldn’t really be surprised that this guy, who seems oblivious to so many things, remembers he had his own pair of tweezers.
The thing about cooking that is so helpful to my psyche is letting go of the big picture and zooming in to the task at hand.