Thursday, September 1, 2011

The spaces in between

Sometimes, on my way home in the mornings after waking up in the bed of my beloved, as I ride down the hill, I stop at Terra Breads, and have my soy latte there. I sit eating a cookie - I like cookies for breakfast - and stare into space among strangers and baked goods, finding quiet in my body, allowing the singing in my body to subside, and prepare for the next dance of the day.

The more love accumulates, the less space there seems to be.

But there is space. And sometimes, it is revealed through the meditation on how the sweetness of anise and almonds can come together in a perfect biscotti straddling the perfect place between hard and crisp.