My wife decorates cakes and cupcakes. She looks forward to the process and pleasure. She likes to bake and stir and measure. She likes the end when she has something to show for her work.
I wish I could be more like my wife. Baking for the sake of baking–to see and hold and smell and share.
I think: My words must change the world.
But they lose their lightness, their ability to move through walls the way the scent of her chocolate chip cookies fills my closed office room.
Words as chocolate cookies–nice.
I tend to disagree love. Your words last a lifetime and my cakes only last a week. You’re such a sweetheart.
I bake to bake. It calms me and uplifts me. My daughter tells me how much she loves it when I cook because the house smells so good and it makes her happy.
It’s funny that you compare baking to writing. I have had the same thoughts, that I want to make people respond to my writing the way they respond to my baking.
Yes, I agree, write for the joy of writing. That’s what I have loved about writing a journal for almost 30 years. I write in it when I want; what I want; and only I get to read it! Sometimes I share excerpts…but that’s all. Until of course – I fly away one day! ~ Wendy