They go where you go, packed up small and safe in a box.
when you get there you unwrap them one by one.
looking and remembering, they take you to places and they bring you back to the moment.
arranged with love in a glass vase so you can see them anytime: tumbling over each other to find their place.
every shape – holds a story.
the particulars are not important. The warmth they hold is.
sometimes you take them out and lay them carefully.
you muse a little and the you place them back where they belong, in that place inside you that is filled with joy and happiness and love.
The story of your life.
is all I wanted when I came in from the cold….
and so I chopped courgettes, peeled potatoes, added stock and warm spices.
I wanted to hibernate …
and so I did until morning.
When I woke my fuzzy head of recent days had subsided – my sinuses felt a little clearer …
and so I got busy with small jobs and make a shepherd pie to warm my son when he is home
late from his road trip. it’s waiting to go into the oven and bubble with homemade goodness.
I sustain those I love with hot food on a winters day …
and so too I am sustained.