Where the Soy Milk Used to Be
“When my soy milk disappeared from its usual shelf, my frustration revealed a small map I did not know I was carrying.”
“When my soy milk disappeared from its usual shelf, my frustration revealed a small map I did not know I was carrying.”
I followed the pace my left knee suggested and found myself on a different path, one I had been missing on faster mornings.
On a mountain with no coffee in sight, making tea slowly showed me what nourishment feels like when the body is asked for nothing in return.