This morning I found a bar of chocolate sitting in the sun, melting. Glossy and spreading. Me, black coffee in hand. I did what any intelligent hominid would do. I grabbed a muffin and dipped in the melting chocolate. And I took a bite. Behind me Logan was cooking eggs. Birds hung liquid songs on streams of morning light to dry. Sounds of city construction in the distance. Somewhere far off a child squeals in delight. I look over my to do list. Logan talks to me about financial trends. I pick chocolate muffin crumbs off of the table and eat them, one by one.
I don’t believe in being strict about eating. I believe in eating well. I think it’s important to feel into your body to find what it needs. And I also think it’s important to experience beauty and deliciousness. Our world can be all dust and bone and harsh edges. So when we encounter loveliness we must dive in, head first. Get soaked with wonder. Eat beauty for breakfast.
Life can be a vast, delicious dessert or it can be an oppressive paperweight. Cake or death.
Cake please? Yes. Definitely cake.