It wasn’t that difficult to cook. Or to eat well. The key was to do it with love, for myself and for my family.
The longer you perform a ritual, the more power it garners - from the act, from the faith, from the feeling.
All I could do was what I had done each morning for all these years. Light my lamp. Every single day.
Change is gradual, like the seasons, and our bodies, like the inside-out change that my life had undergone since the divorce.
Every day, no matter how productive or ordinary, was still a reminder of all that was different from the life I had imagined.
On the surface, all may seem calm, but things move forward exactly as they should, in tandem with an unseen natural rhythm.
I did not have a crystal ball to predict my future success, but I had proof from my past efforts. For now, that was enough.
