Often when I feel troubled, I would go for a run. Feet pounding on the pavement, heart beating, sweat dripping, face turning all warm and red, getting into that zone as many runners would call it.
But sometimes when I can’t go for a run, cooking, baking becomes anothing thing I do to focus my mind - on doing just that one thing at that moment.
But more often than not, it is looking at life through the lens of a child. Savouring every little moment in life, as if it is your very first time. The first taste of food, the first taste of sweetness, that first taste of tanginess…is what life offers, the experience whether it be good or bad, there isn’t one we wouldn’t look back with gratitude.
I sat on the kitchen floor, watching my youngest licking the back of spoon, of what was left from the batter of a banana cake recipe…it wasn’t a lot, but to her, it means the world! The opportunity to taste the buttery sweetness of an uncooked batter, that was the best thing for her at that point in time.
But thank you my little one, for allowing me to see life through your eyes too. Sometimes leftovers do taste better, because it allows you to savour the experience in just the right quantity…something I am conscious of doing more in my daily living.
gosh chole is so much older