Photostories
It was March of 2020 and I tried baking for the first time. Instead of starting with Pillsbury cookies, I went straight to sourdough bread. In the midst of isolation, I found a kind of solace.
Grief doesn’t exist in isolation. Wherever it lingers, so does comfort, creation, and maybe even a light and fluffy crumb.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
It all begins with an idea. Here’s an example of what it would look like.
let’s say for a moment
it was always meant to be this way
this painful
this exciting
this difficult
and no matter the outcome you’re still here
every ounce of your energy
every story of your being
because what is life without feeling all these tragic unpredictable feelings
what an honour to feel the grief of a love so big
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