This morning has been stirring my memory. A run up our old tree-canopied street and this homemade cookbook; the Kansas wind is blowing out the dust of remembering and it no longer feels like a museum. My memory feels alive and hopeful and expectant again – even though it is “just so.” So I’ll make a few quirky quiches before the day heats up and relish thoughts of Madi and Kenan nearby, finding friends asleep on the old front porch, and the warmth of a full table of friends giggling over the pounding we were getting at the hands of my 8-year old card playing son.
I will embrace these rememberings and add to them.
So many thoughts…feelings rushing through the morning quiet; all because of quiche and a run down familiar roads.
Have a great day, friends. Cultivate your stories well.
Still searching for the North Star.