Saturday, the sun comes and goes – light and shadows all day long. This is how life is. I elate with the sun. I shiver with the darkness. This is how I am. I write to dispel the darkness and usher in the light. We need the light to see our shadows. We need to acknowledge our dark side to know ourselves. Otherwise, we have no dimensions.
Saturday is a good day to bake bread – to see the dough rising, spilling over the edge not quite like the sunrise spilling its light over the earth. It delights me nonetheless. I love sinking my hands into the doughy mass, feeling its softness and springiness. This is how I would like to be – soft and resilient. Though I may stumble and fall in the dark, I can rise again to meet another day.