It’s easy to see sunlight when you’ve been surrounded by clouds. Never wrong for wanting a semblance of family, my conversations have drifted to places where my heart can only vaguely remember This is where I am sturdy, this is where judgment disappears, and I am wide open. When your eyes are opened , there is nothing but the world facing you. And the water flows, and the wind tickles my cheeks, and I realize its a smile that’s touched my face.
It is time to devise that plan, draw that treasure map, breathe deeper than I ever have before. It is time for my mind to see what it has not dreamt and for the cacao to flow. There is a vision I was handed and I grasp it with tentative fingers, altogether enamored and shaking. As that one who finds bliss in so much yet selects little, it’s an Emily Dickinson world I sometimes lead…taking many thoughts to distill into what drives me, what I can commit my energies to.
So what steps do I take next? Where is the calm that defines my being…? There is garden and there is chocolate and there is art. There is the solace I find in words and the quiet of this morning. There is simplicity and there is the way I relax when you tense up. Words have done more to shape me and images to distill me. Few dare and when they do, I am grateful. What to create next, she asks. How to transform the garage into the roaster, the timid chocolatier into the artisan she truly is.