sometimes i am made of
sunday afternoons in the kitchen eating strawberries that taste of the sun and
the earth. sometimes i am at peace. sometimes i am eating sauteed flowers stuffed
with cheese and herbs and i am happy.
there is nothing
like the quality of light on sundays, streaming in the window. it is warm and
lazy and timeless. i will bask in it forever. i am still and quiet and i am
turning to sunlight. i am ethereal.
today i have been
exploring farmers' markets and specialty food shops and finding wonderful
things like a hundred kinds of honeys and pumpkin and ginger compote and i have
not been counting calories.
yesterday's panic
has abated and i am left with sweetness and courage and light.
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