It is a quiet Sunday. The husband is taking a nap, the dog and cat are with him. I am enjoying the aroma of the bread that I have been making for the past two hours. As soon as I began to feel tired and sore from the kneading and waiting, and kneading and waiting I looked up and saw that it was snowing outside. Such a peaceful moment, so simple, yet so beautiful. It seems as though with ever loaf of bread I get a step closer to reaching my goal of simplicity. To take care of myself, my home, my relationships and my my family. That is what is important, that is what I need. I am not sure where this path will lead me, but I do know that I have really enjoyed where it has taken me so far and because of the happiness it has brought me I can't stop...not now. So I go back to my kneading and waiting and kneading and waiting knowing that the end result will be something wonderful.
"The ordinary arts we practice every day at home are of more importance to the soul than their simplicity might suggest." ~Thomas More
This made me smile and want warm homemade bread :)
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