My food habits have intensified and varied during quarantine. While I try to stick to meal plan ideas to keep some semblance of structure, I think of food way more often and how and what I eat tends to be more sporadic. Some days more, some days less.
I walked aimlessly through narrowed paths and sought the beauty of blooming trees amongst the fallen. I meditated on what it means to let go, to lose.
When the sky darkens, the Calathea goes inward. Its leaves stiffen and slowly curl at the edges, eventually pulling close enough to the center until they are in a huddle and all you can see is a purple "shell".
Today I'm going to talk more about the highs and lows I find myself swinging through on a daily (if not hourly basis). I found this post on instagram by now.or.noodles that captured it so accurately...
Today my goal was to take it easy and to tackle making homemade fabric masks, rather than sit and worry about not having them (which, if you are--- totally normal). I personally find that being weighed down by this collective trauma (or any previous anxiety and depression) means that something that normally "seems small" can be much much harder to do.
Wind In My Hair 