The world is crumbling; I’m learning to temper chocolate to heal my heart. Every day I try a new detail, puffed quinoa, vanilla beans, vanilla-infused maple syrup, pistachios. It all seems so ridiculous. My blood runs in Ukraine; I’m one quarter from Kyiv, precisely. I’m at a loss for how to continue, but I do. The sun shines here right where my mind aches and my heart is breaking. So I give, I ask questions, I listen. Trying to comprehend the complexity of the beginning of this, in my mind I keep creating endings of peace and steadiness.
And all that comes are these three lines.
proposing peace, this
moment’s chocolate sweetness
what else can we do