In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.
Perhaps it's a good thing Thanksgiving only happens once a year. This decadent Grilled Brie and Turkey Sandwich with fresh Cranberry Mustard is a little over the top, but once a year, it seems... reasonable, doesn't it? The richness of the brie is balanced by the tangy bite of the homemade cranberry mustard, and if feeling too lazy after all the holiday hubbub to actually make the cranberry mustard from scratch, there is an easy cheater version that works well too. Either way, the sandwich is pure and total comfort food. Next week, we will eat healthy once again, but for this holiday weekend, I'm giving in and indulging a little.
In the coming weeks, our life will get crazy once more with all the holiday catering and events. In some ways, truthfully, I almost dread this time of year, because for me it's fraught with worries and anxieties about work. In the end, it always turns out, but still I manage to get myself all wound up about it. I want everything to be good, and perfect of course. :)
So this week feels like the calm before the storm. I'm trying to soak up the little moments as I can. Early mornings spent fireside. Sunlight. Brisk walks. Twinkling stars. Focusing on the good things, the amazing things really, that normally I hardly give a thought to. Like breathing.
So here's to breathing. To being alive today. To getting to experience one more day of this thrilling roller coaster ride with all its beauty, magic, frustration and heartache. Sometimes I wonder if our sole purpose here...is to feel.
This morning, my heart feels thankful. To those who raised me, to those who have befriended me. To he who stands by my side, day in, day out, steady, faithful. To the trees for teaching me. To the birds who sing, for the pure joy of it. To the sky for being so big and full and endless. To my cat for laying by my side, purring her loving energy into me each morning as I watch the sun slowly rise up, shining its light on my face for seven glorious minutes before slipping behind the sycamore....thank you.