Archives for February 2016

spinach and lentils in garlic ginger broth

February 23, 2016 By Danielle 12 Comments

the longer the days start to become, the more light my brain is allowed to siphon into its infinite jest. intentionally i’m staring at the calendar with poise and alert, as if now of all times do the days have a deeper anchor and weight. some dates circled, some squared, some sugar coated, others raw. plans have meaning, meandering has purpose, and dusk has resurfaced in my life as my favorite time of day. i feel taller, longer, fuller, and always open to possibility. the criteria for smiling is a short list, blink and you miss it. we are gaining momentum, the trees are sneakily budding, and the sky is openly burgeoning into more sky. what we squeeze from the soul is pumped from the heart.

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dark rye bread & beets

February 9, 2016 By Danielle 10 Comments

i am curious to the fate of days: the short distance that beckons time with a second hand, as well the energy of a further future. this past week has been but a whir in the dimension of a lifetime. a week where each minute has lapsed so slowly into the next, the sordid kind of stop-motion animation you feel when sleep is but a dream. the wind buckles you in your footstep if you don’t brace your bones. fifty miles an hour is a good day, in season. but there is a pregnancy to the air in our recent mornings, the slights of humidity and moisture as though the atmosphere is ready to shift. a general consensus that spring will come early this year.

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carcrash grapefruit poppy seed pound cake

February 4, 2016 By Danielle 16 Comments

i’ve been thinking about ways to approach (or not to approach) the chaos of life – whilst the burden is to be embraced inevitably away from media, there you are left wondering what does one choose to disclose? often i am reminded of this feeling throughout the internet that life is comprised of the ultimate glow and the most refined place settings – beautiful beacons of life. but what happens when the edges are craggy and can’t be smoothed out and bathed in warm light? my edges are half frozen peas and swollen limbs. my edges are underestimated road conditions and the absolute loss of control. the moment where you’re determined to fix this melting into the moment where you’re floating and there’s no going back. i’ve been meaning to share this poppy-seed pound cake because it’s all we ate at the beginning of this week – and what was simplicity, citrus, and sugar – is now a car crash speckled with bruises, grace, and an overwhelming joy that i can still taste this. crashing the vehicle in the ice and snow will never be glamorous.

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