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I’m not going to lie. Life has been a tad stressful lately. Changes of location, changes of relationship, changes of home, changes of schedule, routine, weather, underwear. You name it, over the past 2 months I’ve probably changed it. (Well, okay, hopefully we’ve ALL changed our underwear, but the other parts…maybe not so much). Between [...]




I know, I have been absolutely miserable at keeping up this blog lately. It’s not that I haven’t been cooking or photographing or ruminating, just not here so much. I’ve been channeling the bulk of my creative energies into Feed, my health counseling practice.

The good news is that you can find some of the great recipes I’ve been conjuring in my newsletter archive, which can be found here. Better yet, subscribe and you’ll get it every month (…or almost every month). I’m working on the next issue now, so it should be hitting an inbox near you in the next day or two!

Curious about what I’m chewing on day to day? You can follow me on Twitter @feedhealth.

Also, do keep your eye out for more regular postings this summer, when I’ll be hailing from western Kentucky. I have big plans for my Manu’s summer bounty, and I promise to share my creations with you.

Until then, read FeedNews, and happy spring!




…of a number of things. This has been a rich week. A week of action. Of reflection, of observation and participation. It’s been a week of catalyzing and connecting. And of deep, deep appreciation for my time, here, now, for as long as it lasts, and for the people who share and enliven it.

Energetically, this week has been much more kobe beef than brown rice. No, I have not suddenly become a closet carnivore (though I did have one little bite –  I mean when a friend builds a stone hearth by hand, how can you resist?) I’m just saying that there are times in life for grounding and others for igniting.

What is the nature of passion? How does it manifest in each of us? I’m not just talking about physical passion, though that’s certainly a delightful and slippery topic in and of itself. I’ve been wondering about the kind of passion that lives within each of us, whether we are alone or joined with another.

For some, it burns brightly – a little wild even, spreading uncontained like so many California fires. In others, it is more of a smolder, needing perhaps some as yet undiscovered source of fanning to really spring to life. And some know a passion precise and directional, like the flame of a blow torch. Each of these people seems to have some flavor of work to do. For some, the challenge is to harness the fire. For others, to stoke it. Some need to soften and diffuse their torch, so that it can light the room instead of burning a hole in the wall. Perhaps each of us, at some point in our lives, feels the inner warmth of one or more of these fires.

But without spark, there is no flame. Which brings me to the question of ignition.

What lights us up? When do we feel most alive – every cell buzzing with the electric vibration of life? What cracks us open? What is it that makes us feel deep and connected and thoroughly engaged? What turns us on?

Rumi (I know, again with the Rumi…they don’t call him a sage for nothing, you know) said: “Let the beauty you love be what you do. There are a thousand ways to kneel and kiss the earth.” What’s yours? Can it be unbounded, unjudged? Could it look like a stone hearth on a cool fall day, or a firecracker in july, or a thousand tiny candles, or one?

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Listening to: The skillsaw outside my window
Chewing on: The bounty of indian summer –  unadulterated
Reading: Special Topics In Calamity Physics




Rumi said: “God turns you from one feeling to another and teaches by means of opposites, so that you will have two wings to fly, not one.”

Yesterday, there was more No than Yes, more darkness than light, more fear than joy. Sure, I did my day. I went through the paces and checked some things off my list. I went to work, I had some meetings, I went to yoga, I connected with friends. I had a good sweat, even made a healthy dinner for myself. But it was a struggle. I felt puffy, out of sorts. Anxious and heavy. The whole day, from the moment I cracked my itchy hay fever eyes with a groan to my last small sigh before sleeping, was just harder than most.

Today, I woke early, effortlessly, the sun streaming through my bedroom window. Today is a Yes. I worked out, I laughed, I made myself a delightful breakfast. I ate it, slowly, in the sunshine. I watched little children play in my back yard. I read an arty magazine. I found a check in the mail instead of a bill. There is just as much to do today as always. And certainly, in the world, as much darkness as ever. But in my day I find an irrepressible lightness.

And the thing is, yesterday could have been just as joyful as today. Or the sweet events of today as clouded with anxiety and doubt as yesterday’s. Perhaps it is true that we, and we alone, create our happiness. That it is a choice, each day, to live in joy. And perhaps, equally true, is that we need our Yes days and our No’s. Two wings to fly.

And small sandwiches.

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Avocado, sprouts & tomato (1st of the season – delicious!) with Sun Valley Spicy Sweet Mustard on toasted Bhutanese red rice bread
Sweet: Organic peanut butter, fresh strawberry compote & sliced strawberries on toasted Bhutanese red rice bread

Earl Red Tea from Samovar


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