i’ve been thinking a lot about how rilke said no feeling is final and no matter how much relief or heartbreak that brings, it’s true. the impermanence of what we feel is both a gift and a reminder to be patient with ourselves, with others, to absolutely give into joy-no matter how small, to cry when we need to or when we want, to always say whatever it is that we’re feeling or what is just on the tip of our tongues, to not be scared of the ebbs and the flows, the good or the bad, to continue reveling in whimsy and our solitude and to remind ourselves although life is hard and miserable at times - there is so much warmth, there is lightness, there is laughter, there is tenderness, there is the unknown, there is a slice of cake on a saturday morning, there is a warm cup of coffee on a sunday, there are fresh sheets on the bed to dive into, there are things to read that make us swell with more understanding, there are people to love, there is time to spend, there are chances to take.
i’ve been cooking a bit more at home lately, making meals just for one is still something new for me but one that i am getting a little better at one dish at a time.
these are two dishes i have loved recently…