A New Beginning…
I learned again how it was to break bread and just leave it on the table, not on a side plate…
There… on that rustic table, the bread meant peace, love, forgiveness, living, life, joy, and sharing.
That same bread was touched by so many people, reflecting that love does not carry fear as we were closing the year 2020.
Sometimes, my breakfast was at the kitchen table, where stains on the marble reflected a table that had lived through happiness, challenges, discussions, laughers, decisions, a family life.
The clutter and collections were part of the kitchen, as the freshness and honesty of each ingredient displayed, were desperately wanting to be part of another meal.
There I found the magical world, where I was Alice in the farmland.
