A Daily Practice.

Tonight throat scratchy nose stuffy but gratitude a daily practice. and so today it’s thanks for sunny south facing steps cookbooks that endlessly inspire grocery shopping friends who come for dinner chocolate tarts gluten free gnocchi brown butter & parsley sauce red wine belief in the dreams we hold

this here being me.

Familiar rhythms ground us as Sunday morning arrives in Comox. Only hours away from everyday life, it already feels surreal, as if when I return everything will be as it was before I left. This here so familiar – up early at the academy rehearsing. We sweat, we negotiate, we start from the top time…

First of the season

before spring truly arrives a few brave and adventurous souls. green, leafy, full-of-wonder. they sprout, grow, nourish. tonight, purple broccoli charred under the broiler miso grapefruit & garlic too. for this, gratitude.

In Paradox

To sit, able to eat a carrot in the gray light of late afternoon on any continent, in any climate. To buy peppers, lettuce, peaches all year long. For milk, caught and pasteurized in bottles so that it might last until it reaches our shelves. It might seem as though my gratitude today is for…

because it’s the littlest bits

Today she talks non-stop, sits upright in the chair, fairly bounces through her day. this shift inside is like three thousand brightly lit steady burning flames. gratitude tonight is both the largest and the smallest we have talked about yet. it is gratitude for self. it is the release that happens when left completely open…

Gratitude Today:

Cake for breakfast. Breakfast at all. period. Perfectly sharpened pencils. Erasers. Post it notes. Winter afternoons that are almost spring. Brazilian funk. Walks. Wearing neon running shoes out of the house and not giving a damn. Love.  

Muddled.

my old fashioned muddled with maraschino cherries at the bottom first instinct maraschino cherries in an old fashioned? second instinct what is a maraschino cherry anyway? third instinct gratitude. baffled by unnaturally coloured fruit in the back row of the jazz lounge my appreciation is for the expectation that fruit is seasonal and should be recognizable for…

Edges.

filled with the sharp pain of leaving today. the mail waiting to be opened full of heart and hope. “Katherine, we have been thinking about you since we talked – a lot.  We wish you well as you come to the end of your time at Nourish, as you say farewell and take your leave.  I…