I have been stress baking. This is new for me. The kitchen was never the space I sought solace. This past week I have made waffles, discard sourdough chocolate chip cookies, a roasted chicken for a friend, baked donuts, gluten free sourdough bread, cornbread, and apple bread spaced into muffin tins that wouldn’t come out no matter of oil before or the amount of cooling after.
Something about the stirring of the pot when my own inner pot has felt stirred. Something about the heat and the rising. Something about the how the ingredients come together to make something that can be shared, even enjoyed. Something about it….
And for now, it is working.
And I let it be so.
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PSA:
A haiku a day keeps the downward spirals … in just a bit more check, I say.
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Tween Mom
Her soft hand in mine
These moments are fleeting nowShe is We are growing up.
Also, Toddler Mom
Can I snuggle you?
Two arms seek me in the dark
And we intertwine.
A Mother in America
I can feel the world
Falling now, off the axis
As we run barefoot.
Bedtime for a Book Lover
Time to stop reading.
She said, you hurt my feelings.
A mid-story ache.
A Shield Matron
Standing at the edge
I don the armor of hope
Mothers are the shield.
Be the Villager
You want to make friends?
Be a good friend first, make it
So awkward with care.
Saltwater
Into my water
I tip a raspberry salt
I’m an ocean, too.
Keep it Simple Syrup
I am touching sad
Add more dark maple syrup
Into all coffees.