How aching and marvelous. The body holds so much pain and wonder too. I love that it can feel like a home, safe and sound, even when it may not necessarily be so. Thank you for reminding me of that. Such beautiful, sublime, touching words.
Just last night I made Roti for a dear, out of town friend. The relationship I had with this specific act was always one out of forced necessity. Survival. But just 3 days ago I re-claimed it. Ancestry weaved with cooking weaved with poetry - the holy trinity. The synchronistic timing of this piece - wow I love the universe.
A line that I loved so much I forgot that I did not write it.
"The body, I’m reminded, aches not just with pain— but also the possibility of all the hands it is yet to touch."
Thanks so much, Harjyot. I love what you say about the relationship between ancestry, cooking & poetry. “the holy trinity”, like you beautifully said. This makes me wonder: would you be interested in joining the Food Writing workshop? We have a diverse, kind community of writers. It’ll be a delight to have you there, and spend time with your beautiful words. Let me know. 🌸
A threshold named after your grandmother… what an extraordinary metaphor for the gentle arms that await us on the other end of grief. Your writing invites me into plunging depths of my own memory. So beautiful.
You’re the kindest, Kimberly. Am so thankful for your care & grace. And I am really moved to know this piece resonated with you. Sending you my love. 🌸
“Far from the river: there is a boulder behind which you can still see her hair flying under the sun. And along with that, all the versions you’ve lost of yourself in your childhood’s triangular streets.” So so beautiful and “The body, I’m reminded, aches not just with pain— but also the possibility of all the hands it is yet to touch.” Achingly so…
This entire essay gave me goosebumps Trivarna… I feel the words under my skin. 🤍
Thanks so much, Nadia. So grateful for your words, always. ❤️🩹 And I can’t wait to explore food with you too, yes! Looking forward to meeting you soon 🌸
“The body is our greatest ally.” This right here. I fully agree, Veronika. And thanks so much for your reading. Ever so thankful for the time you spend with these words. 🌸
How aching and marvelous. The body holds so much pain and wonder too. I love that it can feel like a home, safe and sound, even when it may not necessarily be so. Thank you for reminding me of that. Such beautiful, sublime, touching words.
Thank you, Nadia. Always grateful for the attention you offer these words. “The body holds so much pain and wonder too.” I agree entirely. 🌸
Just last night I made Roti for a dear, out of town friend. The relationship I had with this specific act was always one out of forced necessity. Survival. But just 3 days ago I re-claimed it. Ancestry weaved with cooking weaved with poetry - the holy trinity. The synchronistic timing of this piece - wow I love the universe.
A line that I loved so much I forgot that I did not write it.
"The body, I’m reminded, aches not just with pain— but also the possibility of all the hands it is yet to touch."
Thanks so much, Harjyot. I love what you say about the relationship between ancestry, cooking & poetry. “the holy trinity”, like you beautifully said. This makes me wonder: would you be interested in joining the Food Writing workshop? We have a diverse, kind community of writers. It’ll be a delight to have you there, and spend time with your beautiful words. Let me know. 🌸
Hey Trivarna, that sounds interesting. Send me some details about this? <3
A threshold named after your grandmother… what an extraordinary metaphor for the gentle arms that await us on the other end of grief. Your writing invites me into plunging depths of my own memory. So beautiful.
You’re the kindest, Kimberly. Am so thankful for your care & grace. And I am really moved to know this piece resonated with you. Sending you my love. 🌸
“Far from the river: there is a boulder behind which you can still see her hair flying under the sun. And along with that, all the versions you’ve lost of yourself in your childhood’s triangular streets.” So so beautiful and “The body, I’m reminded, aches not just with pain— but also the possibility of all the hands it is yet to touch.” Achingly so…
This entire essay gave me goosebumps Trivarna… I feel the words under my skin. 🤍
Susie, I’m always so moved by your kindness. Thank you. I’m moved to know the essay resonated with you this way. I’m sending you my love. ❤️🌸
I'm ALWAYS falling in my dreams toooo!!!! I love how you explore the nuances of our relationship with our bodies and dreams.
Right!!? Thank you, Mohika. I’m so moved to know the piece resonates with you. 🌸
Keep on shining!
Such a beautiful and chilling piece❤️🩹
Food has always been a way of connection for me, cannot wait to explore all of this in the workshop✨
Thanks so much, Nadia. So grateful for your words, always. ❤️🩹 And I can’t wait to explore food with you too, yes! Looking forward to meeting you soon 🌸
The body is our greatest ally. We tend to forget this so easily.
Thank you for reminding us in such delicate, tender, delicious writing, and food (not only) for thought... 💗 🙏
“The body is our greatest ally.” This right here. I fully agree, Veronika. And thanks so much for your reading. Ever so thankful for the time you spend with these words. 🌸
Beautifully written. We continue on after grief ❤️
Thank you so much, Jenn. And absolutely, we do continue on after grief. I’m sending so much love your way. 🌸
Thank you, sending love ❤️❤️❤️
Cooking for people and sharing a meal at the table is an expression of love 💜.
Absolutely is! Thank you so much for reading and sharing, Simone. ❤️
🙏🥰💜