Keeping the Boat Upright: Little Rituals of Grace

My musing started with toast and jam. An Asian-style, handle-less cup of green tea sat beside me and a golden beeswax candle flickered within reach, while outside the morning sky shimmered with misty blues, but the scent and crackle of toast shifted my thoughts. Specifically, it was homemade spelt and emmer (einkorn) bread that I crisped under


The Soulful Kitchen, Part 2: Sacred Space

When the intensity of summer sunlight begins to wane in the late afternoon, I raise the blinds that lessen the greenhouse effect from the many windows on the upper, main floor of this house. It’s then that you will find me in the kitchen, contemplating what might come together in my hands for supper. If