| Healing Insights with Jen Jan 12 | O' these remarkable hands strong arms that embrace the day has now marched forth the belly grumbles its demands of soup. I weave the ingredients chopped carrots, celery and onion sized just right not too big and chunky but a delightful bite spoonful upon spoonful. Of Soup, Weaver and Stone The hearth I place upon the kettle, the pot and ladle. You turn on with little effort a forceful gas a pop ignites a flame. I marvel the alchemy of what was many parts too big to consume marinates and softens. The scent permeates to each room's walls a heartiness a potential promise of a full belly with gobs of soft fresh bread baked by unknown hands now in mine I consume.
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