Lately I've been marveling over the simplicity of homey things. Things like fresh loaves of steaming bread in the space where afternoon meets evening; a slow cooker of potatoes and corn and carrots and the proper herbs and spices brewing into a flavorful, nourishing soup, ready to pair with soft bread for 6 o'clock supper.
Meals for 4 around a wooden dining table that once held food for my grandparents.
Holding hands and bowing heads.
Hearts full of contentment and tummies full of warmth and homey goodness.
I feel myself turning inward, slowing down and taking delight in nourishing my family.
Tea at 4 after coming in from a drenching school pick-up.
Another load of sweet-scented laundry warmth.
Shiny little girl hair smelling of coconut.
This life is feeding me.
What's feeding YOU?
The simple life... love it! Feeding me lately: friendship. :)
ReplyDeleteMaybe that's one reason I haven't been journaling in the past week plus. It's hard for me to think of what is feeding me. Reading, perhaps. Imagination. I guess mostly it's knowing I have taken the first several steps in my current war, and I will take the next as soon as I know what it is.
ReplyDeleteI think my walks are keeping me vibrant and fresh. But then, you knew that :-)
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