It is no longer winter in Seattle. From November until now I've been on a journey somewhere between here (Seattle) and my childhood home (Duluth, MN) cleansing my life of unwanted habits and patterns – including my relationships with people and food.
Immediately after my return from Christmas holiday in Minnesota I went on a hard core cleanse – unfortunately resulting in my inability to write about food as I rebuilt my relationship with it. Instead of writing about food I found myself doing yoga and eating lots of quinoa and lentils as I rebuilt my immune system and heart after a long stretch of abusing them both.
Meanwhile I finished the last bits of ending a partnership of 8 years – cleaning out the pockets of my subconcious and shining light in places suppressed.
It is time again to come back to the world. The photos here today on this blog are just a smattering of my inner winter – alone with my thoughts, learning to noursish myself again.
Below this flower is a poem I wrote. I share it as we begin our journey again together and as we enter spring, a new moon and a lifetime of possibility grown from words and a healthy sense of adventure.
out of touch
He did not
know how to make soup. She took
with her. Giant stock pot filled with rainbow
leeks, bay leaf from laurel crown. Cylindrical lake nesting
Humanity broth. Food for skin.
with his rib.
The wind through
tree – wished.