Winter has really settled in now, like a house guest that keeps prodding me to put the kettle on. I sleep in late, have 5 extra cups of tea, eat hot porridge with coconut milk and jam every day. I plod around in squashy polka dot slippers. I sigh at the overcast skies and take extra hot showers. I loll about in slinky sweaters with too-big arms that roll over my knuckles.
It’s a season of going inwards. I’m meditating every day, and doing slow flow hatha yoga in my office and saying little prayers of gratitude all the time. I’m writing poetry, even some short stories (poor things, bless the jagged edges of their tangled plot-lines, they may never shape up!). I’m doing lots of journaling and reflecting and creative writing exercises. Followed by the occasional frigid walk just to clear my head (and get out of my house).
I’ve been doing a lot of meals composed of many elements lately, just to break up my go-to routine of stews/soups for dinner. I like big grain bowls like this teriyaki eggplant buddha bowl because they’re so filling but still feel really fresh. And fresh is something I desperately need in these winter doldrums!