It happens pretty regularly, the little food heart squeal. Then comes a brief pause in cooking or eating for photography. I like the little ones. Tiny bursts of love, dotting the landscape of the day.
This one was from a loaf of gluten-free bread a friend brought us with some homemade soup. Another friend recently wrote a beautiful poem, sharing some life reflections at one of these times when there just isn't very much to say about the situation at hand. Love as food. Love as kind gestures and words. Love as noticing. Love sprinkles our eating, thinking, and being, like stardust, blanketing with blessings as it drifts down.
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