When cooking is not just a daily necessity for survival, but an activity you actually enjoy, you can end up days like this one. Cooking chipotle tofu for lunch (with fresh guacamole!), having soup and salad with locally made sausages for dinner, and a just-because pear tarte tatin for dessert. Noms!
I just might have developed an interest in time-lapse videos. I was standing outside when I noticed a small break in the clouds where the blue sky was peeking through. ⛅️ As I stood there, I saw the clouds moving by — and suddenly that tiny blue patch was a huge swath of blue. So I whipped out my phone and tried out the time-lapse feature for a minute or so:
The result was a very short video but a huge smile on my face. What better excuse to stand in the fresh air under a beautiful sky than this?
I am halfway through the Seeing White series from the podcast Scene on Radio, and I highly recommend it. The experience is sometimes uncomfortable and always thought-provoking, as it should be.
We started playing Hunt a Killer, an episodic detective puzzle game gifted by my brother and sister-in-law. Intriguing! And even better to know that the story will continue to unfold over the next six months.
I discovered a new podcast recently that cuts through some of the stress and negativity of modern times. The episodes are fairly short (all under 10 minutes) and each tells a story about compassion. I highly recommend giving it a listen:
Today was surprisingly warm and sunny, so we took a midday break to go for a run. I don’t think of myself as a runner, but I do feel great after running — especially on a day like this! I grabbed this photo quickly as we crossed the bridge over the river.
I love my quiet house. I love staying up late reading and then sleeping in. I love having time to cook from scratch, to garden, to meditate, to practice yoga.
I also love the energy and directness of small children. I love the way they laugh. I love listening to their stories, playing games, sharing hugs, seeing the world through their eyes.
There is something wonderful about opening our house to friends and their children, inviting the adults to spend an evening eating and talking and relaxing while we take turns engaging with the little ones. They fill the house with imagination as the pillows become swords and shields and the floor becomes lava.
And at the end of the evening, they bundle up and go home to their beds, and I curl up in my warm, glowing, but still (thankfully, happily, once again) quiet house.