Recipe

Sometimes nourishment looks like a perfectly planned meal — and other times, it looks like a quiet moment in the kitchen with a candle, a warm pot on the stove, and a long slow breath. This past year has asked me to shed more than I expected — identities, homes, timelines, relationships, expectations. There were moments when I felt strong and clear, and others when I found myself stirring soup not because I was hungry, but because my soul needed warmth more than my mind neede