‘then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing’
I love this song, I think I have told you before. I am seeing my parents tomorrow, such bliss!
spending a lot of time with this child made me forced to be present, no slipping and sliding away. watching him makes me curious about how we were when we were small, if it explains our behavior today or if it would seem completely random, that we became what we are.
perhaps these days I can call myself a small scale baker. the dream is becoming reality. I have sent my first bakers bill this month.
the kitchen and veranda is full of buckets with rising sourdough, and I find myself spiraling cinnamon and chocolate buns at the weirdest hours. this is a nice song for the early wake up tea, before staring a fresh loaf.