I am the dough in the warming drawer...

Short and sweet musings from a writing supper club

a lighthearted life
like baking birthday cakes
a beautiful rise

This week I wrote my first ever haiku.

Ok, I know it’s not perfect. I miscounted the syllables, distracted by the buzzing, excitement-filled energy of the writing workshop going on around me.
We were first asked to free-write, then take two words from our writing, put them on post-it notes and swap them; one with the person opposite us and one with another person in the room we had to find something in common with (for me it was ‘ginger dogs’ ha!)

But I love it.

It somehow seems to encapsulate everything I feel in life right now; a romanticising of the slowness and simplicity of all things.

And whilst the structure and science of baking isn’t for me (I’m more of a ‘chuck it in a pan and see what happens’ kinda girl)… I am utterly in awe of the magic that happens when a wet batter miraculously transforms into the most beautifully risen, light, delicious sponge.

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For me, the damp heaviness of the Winter phase of my life is beginning to shift… into a lightness, a brightness, as the suns rays gently caresses my skin.
Warmth transforms.

Right now though, I am very much in transition.
I don’t feel the harshness of the ovens heat dramatically changing my molecules.
No, currently I am the soft, malleable dough in the warming drawer.
Ever-so gently rising.
Transforming still… but slowly, slowly bubbling away, taking my sweet time, savouring the moments of simplicity and beauty and awakening before the real magic happens.
I am in the liminal, in-between phase where trust and intuition are essential to the perfect bake.
A delicious life awaits me… but I am in no rush to taste it.