sitting on the cutting board is a freshly baked loaf from the afternoon before. my love has cut into it and enjoyed his breakfast. i am making my sweet boy's lunch and preparing for the day. the loaf is there reminding me of sacred vessles. our bodies are a sacred vessle. our lives. the bread itself. we are fed in the spaces of our days. may we each find exactly what we need and in good measure as we live and move and have our being in this moment.