Making bread in the morning- It takes me fifteen minutes-
But then, the simplest of meals becomes something quite special-
Meanwhile, I am working my way through one hundred miniatures-
Which didn't start abstract, but abstraction pushed it's way in-
I can't rest, can I?
My mind is in a knot-
and I am slowly and carefully
trying to turn the maze into a river-
Flow-
breathe-
smell rosemary...
there it is-
I have learned to bake bread, haven't I?
I added some rosemary to my loaf this morning-
an experiment that seems will turn out just fine-
Yes, it will.
All will turn out just fine.
I trust-
Hugs-
Annamaria Potamiti
