Tall. Skim milk. Decaf latte. No whip. One pump of pumpkin. Dash of cinnamon.
Walking along the sidewalks I was greeted with the sight of old men playing cards with cigars and young women sipping the friendly espresso. I was instantly surrounded with the aroma of fresh baked bagels and Italian homemade sauces. I thought about my Mom. I kept sipping my coffee.
I went into a old deli and remembered not being able to see above the counter but knowing exactly what I wanted when I was six. Cinnamon raisin bagel. Lightly toasted. Heavy whipped cream cheese. Dash of cinnamon. I thought of my parents. I bought a bagel and tucked it into my messenger bag.
Going to the local thrift store I browsed the usual areas, belts, silk blouses and plate wear. Mustard colored ceramic bowls caught my eye. I thought of my Grandmother. I bought them.
Outside I looked around at the fall colored tree leafs and took another sip of pumpkin syrup laced drink. After a long walk I went to my favorite childhood market and strolled down each aisle intently. Expectations high, I saw local produce, pumpkin woopie pies and homemade sweet potato bread. Going through the dairy isle I remembered picking up chocolate milk after ballet class when I was eight. I thought of my best friend. I bought a kabocha squash, a walnut blondie and brown rice flour.
(Creamy Avocado Cilantro Zucchini "Noodles" with Cayenne Baked Potato Rounds and Cashew Garlic "Butter")
Once I got home I put together a dinner with my new goodies. While I painted coconut oil on sliced sweet potato rounds I remembered my first veggie dish I ever made. I thought of myself. I finished my meal.
(Creamy Avocado Cilantro Zucchini "Noodles")
Today made me realize that I've ignored some of lives greatest memories for a long time because of the pain that they brought up. I always felt that if I forgot the past that maybe I wouldn't have to remember the people attached to those memories also. When I thought of the past I would compare it to the present and the absence of those people in my life it would make me ill. This was the biggest trigger in my life. But today it was different. I was able to accept the past and the memories for what they were and embrace today as what it is. I kept going with my day and took those thoughts for what they were...just moments in time. As I walked down memory lane I found comfort in myself and where I am going with my life today. I have to say, I'm ready to make more memories that's for sure.
xoxo Goodnight lovelies!
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