It’s been a season of creativity. Writing a lot, not all for the blog. Teaching yoga frequently. I feel myself settling into life long routines. Yoga, meditation, writing. I feel the muse sinking back into my life. It’s a wonderful and sometimes terrifying feeling. But mostly the writing, the creating is trance-like and totally blissful. I feel myself like a conduit for something bigger than myself. I find myself drawing on the depths to create something truthful and real and beautiful and passionate and straight from the gut.
Sometimes that means poems. Sometimes that means gluten free pumpkin bread.
These two paths — writing and recipe development — seem to exist in my life like rivers that ebb and flow right alongside one another. Neither detracts from the other. When one river is overflowing with inspiration, the other also overflows. They sometimes flow right into one another. I end up writing poems with food metaphors (“the moon like a lemon peel curled in the sky”). I end up creating recipes that feel like poems, the flavors balancing together eloquently. There’s no fight between the different creative loves of my life. They co-exist happily.