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“A rolling stone gathers no moss.” I’ve learned in recent years that moss is a sign of abundance. Do we want the moss or don’t we? Another proper crossroad: a move. A big one, or a little one?

New approach: Try to cook, bake, sauté, and sear ideas for caramelization and crisp with warm centers, instead of popping them raw into your mouth. (Side eye, ye dirty birds.) Inspired by sacred sexuality, what else are we releasing too soon, and for what outcome?

All I want to do is share what I ate for dinner: Crumbled up feta in a bowl & mixed it with greek yogurt, dill weed, and lemon juice; added some raw spinach, garbanzo beans, cherry tomatoes, kalamata olives, capers, and pickled red onion, then scooped variations with a toasted english muffin and layered with lox.

It might be nice to do a little traveling soon. Thank you to all forms of god for allowing me to write; and for my senses, and for some fascinating circumstances. Much love.