I spent a good part of last week thinking about the life of
another. I couldn't seem to shake the image, or the feelings.
It felt so fragile, lost even, to know a friend had passed on
without the benefit of someone to keep him company.
this meal, made by the loving hands of my sweet husband,
snapped me out of it.
It was prepared on a sunny, warm afternoon.....
windows open, sweat on our foreheads,
pollen threatening to clog every orifice (sorry) and yet
here is was a simple meal that brought me back to the here and now.
Right here, right now.
Right where my feet are planted.
that is so much better.