Adopted from Abby, I am enjoying this exercise in being truly present and aware of the full sensory experience of my days.
Tasting: Fresh, homemade tortillas. We are addicts.
Hearing: Edith Piaf while I work.
Seeing: Budding leaves…budding leaves! My heart leapt.
Feeling: The smooth top of a blewit, just like a perfectly cooked pancake.
Smelling: The levain C has lovingly prepared for Sunday morning cinnamon rolls. Wild-caught yeast. Heavenly.
New felt in the shop tomorrow.
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I still have the Edith Piaf tapes that I stole from my father to take to college.