i’m excited to be curious again. entering the twelfth week of lockdown in sydney, i’m noticing the parts of me that have gone quiet, worn down by the weight of carrying from home, day in and day out, the hopelessness that faces many of my clients at work, the weight of missing our family & our friends, the weight of not knowing when and how things will change. there are plenty of small joys and i am thankful for so much, no doubt. but the way those delights sink into my being feels shallower than before. we were made for community, curiosity & creativity. i’m missing those parts of myself today but i’m here, playing with their shadows in the meantime. i wonder if those parts of us are all dancing together somewhere far away, waiting to make their way back to us 🕊
we ate lunch on our balcony today, basking in the balmy winter sunshine (with promises of a 24 degree day tomorrow too?!) ☀️ this lockdown, some weekends have been spent cooking & baking up a storm, while others have been spent struggling to muster the motivation to do anything other than lounge around. recently, we’ve loved @flourandstone’s recipe for their zucchini, chilli & gruyère buns — we’ve even added some pancetta & fresh corn, and turned the dough into a rye/wholemeal spelt mix 👌
a dear friend in europe is visiting paris next week & asked me for my recommendations, eager to hear about the places that had captured my heart while i lived there five years ago. as i started scribbling away (only half-trying to keep the list at a reasonable length), the names of my favourite spots to wander, eat, drink & explore sprung to mind almost immediately, coupled with the visceral, physical ache that comes from missing the people, the streets & the very essence of a beautiful city that i once called home. with current travel restrictions, lovely paris feels oh-so-very far away 🥺 any places that you’re missing, my loves? i’d love to read & hear all about your magical faraway places in the comments. maybe we can imagine our way there together ✨
