Something I did last summer that I found so helpful and healing was finding a little farmer's/produce market, picking out fresh veggies and then coming home and making them into a healthy soup. I slowed the whole process down and savored each step from selection, chopping, stirring, and finally eating/enjoying the fruits of my labor. I always did this on the weekend (which are some really tough days when you've lost your person), so maybe it was just distraction or a way to fill the hours besides binge-watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy (again!) but, for me, it nourished my body and soul.
This is so beautiful. The slowness of it all. When I moved away from the city to a more rural area, I started to do something similar: shopping at the farm stands, making an intentional meal, while dancing around my kitchen. It felt like a way to shift cooking for two to cooking for one.
And also, as a person who LOVES Pitch Perfect, nothing wrong with bingeing that for the thousandth time as a healthy distraction: )
Losing the person who knew you in "that way". The way you tick. The way something is wrong on the inside. Who knows all the parts. I feel like that about my Mom. Wish I had the insight to write more back then... thanks for sharing. And rest is medicine. Seed planting season. Water and sun. Sending 🤍
Something I did last summer that I found so helpful and healing was finding a little farmer's/produce market, picking out fresh veggies and then coming home and making them into a healthy soup. I slowed the whole process down and savored each step from selection, chopping, stirring, and finally eating/enjoying the fruits of my labor. I always did this on the weekend (which are some really tough days when you've lost your person), so maybe it was just distraction or a way to fill the hours besides binge-watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy (again!) but, for me, it nourished my body and soul.
This is so beautiful. The slowness of it all. When I moved away from the city to a more rural area, I started to do something similar: shopping at the farm stands, making an intentional meal, while dancing around my kitchen. It felt like a way to shift cooking for two to cooking for one.
And also, as a person who LOVES Pitch Perfect, nothing wrong with bingeing that for the thousandth time as a healthy distraction: )
Losing the person who knew you in "that way". The way you tick. The way something is wrong on the inside. Who knows all the parts. I feel like that about my Mom. Wish I had the insight to write more back then... thanks for sharing. And rest is medicine. Seed planting season. Water and sun. Sending 🤍
Sometimes it all feels like seed planting season, but it's important to know that the blooming will come 💛