I witnessed the last days of winter (worthy of summer due to the insane heat) sitting in the garden at home watching the wind whistle, making fun to mess up my hair and burning my already naturally pink cheeks.
Moments of introspection and acceptance. Feeling like a seed waiting for the rain to bloom.
When the wind died down, he listened to the silence. Silence that sometimes hurts because I'm listening to myself, delving into my thoughts and feelings. But I consider it a gift on such noisy days to be able to pause and silence to hear what my heart has to tell me.
Being able to hear me is important to take stock of winter and welcome spring – a season that represents renewal of cycles and growth. Perfect representation of transformation; exit from gathering to flowering. Awakening season.
And one of these afternoons, I woke up from my nap with my belly rumbling for something different. I decided to prepare a dessert. Since I'm considering a possible career transition, why not try something different and unusual?
I love to cook, but making sweets isn't on my list of culinary skills, and if I need to make a dessert, the kitchen becomes hostile territory. It's very unusual for me.
The dessert chosen was apple syrup. Right on the first line of the recipe: peel the apples. (?!)
I never peeled apples. Whenever I prepare juices, cakes or even eating the blessed, I never felt the need to remove the skin. I don't know how to peel an apple. I recognize without shyness.
We can think; How can you not peel an apple? It seems a little ridiculous; like not knowing how to fry an egg. And it's not even that easy to fry an egg. By comparison, peeling the apple was a relatively easy task.
I managed to get the shells off. Of course, the description of the scene does not fit here, as it was a bit comical. I highlight the interesting part: I allowed myself to verbalize “I don't know” for something that seemed very simple. I considered that even though I had never done it, it didn't mean I couldn't do it.
This silly description of the dessert is to illustrate that I was tired of being alert and looking smart. I didn't need to prove that I can peel a fruit. I wanted to contemplate the freshness of a new and simple activity. Very related to the search for what to do in relation to my career: to say without fear that “I don't know”, but I am willing to learn something new with the same joy and willingness that I dedicated to everything I “know” today.
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To be different in each experience, to be like Clarice Lispector's spring that “is reborn more beautiful every day precisely because they are never the same flowers”… “The beauty of life is hidden there, just want to see”.
As for dessert, I took the time to play Rita Lobo and daydream. After waking up and seeing that visually my candy was a disaster, when my husband entered the kitchen and looked at the pan saying: Potatoes in Madeira sauce?
I died. Laughing.
