This weekend, I’m moving! I won’t be cooking up anything blog-worthy until after my move, although this cold weather leaves me craving cassoulet, something I have yet to make.
After quite some time staying with my parents, I’m moving on out. Changing from a somewhat-country-bird to a somewhat-city-bird. Starting off the new year with a positive change, open to new experiences and moving forward, always. As I prepare for my move, everything is in disarray as I try to shed years of acquired things, to open myself to the future. Digging through these layers leaves me jumbled, with a feeling that these things in fact own me. Finding satisfaction through new homes for old items. A fresh beginning.
Peace of mind at the beach. Frosty. Winter chill. Crisp sunset. Quiet.
In lieu of a recipe, I thought I’d leave you with photos of the beautiful beach I’ve been lucky enough to live near. And this beautiful poem by Rumi, which is a great reminder any time of the year.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.