The Storyteller

That’s the point where you have to leave the dough alone. It’s silly to anthropomorphize bread, but I love the fact that it needs to sit quietly, to retreat from touch and noise and drama, in order to evolve.
I have to admit, I often feel that way myself.

That’s the paradox of loss: How can something that’s gone weigh us down so much?

Loss is more than just death, and grief is the gray shape-shifter of emotion.