While recovering I reminisced as a neighbor had the smells of chili wafting through my backyard. It too me back. Back to when my mom would cut up fresh onions, garlic and tomatoes. Hearing the sizzle and anticipating the outcome of whatever it was she was cooking. Often those three ingredients, what she called the symphony were always the makings of something great. No matter what was happening aroud us when we gathered to sit at the family table for a meal it was truly special. Find that moment for yourself. Eating for one can be just as pleasurable as eating with a group. At times I prefer it to think wiwthout saying a word. A moment to just breathe.
However this little message finds you today please know you can overcome anything. Take the time to break read a good book,call a friend or break bread. You deserve it.
Until next time~