Write

To write a few words just today is a timid start yet again and another way to create that space to write a story that NEVER comes to a the end of the line as the subject and substance lay in both ongoing ingredients from the last made cake to the reaction to an allergen in a recipe tasted , smelled , shared and never taken. Never is in relation to that feeling one used to a diet set by rules and limitations as well as challenges and new longings for other ways and options into the world of food and table settings with one self or shared moments with others in our household or with those invited and dropping in like those who belong to the family or like to be included as the extended family so close to heart and and spirit in ways I feel best and share the secrets about why and who live with it without extensions to a basic diet to enrich the smaller scale of possibilities that is thought often to be the case for trouble shooting when one deals and lives with allergies to survive and as such without free choice, keeping up with temptation, extend , postpone moment to take food in, waiting for the right plate, the setting most often possible in big cities, London is a place to be when the good choice comes with allergies then there is plenty still always intelligent considerations to make and the avoidance of the worse, a bad reaction is best and brings in the unlimited joy as safety is the way. Free choice when adaptation of a certain lifestyle like that of veganism is different and has indeed the possibility of being seen as that field where things get slippery and irritation often marks the way problems creation gets ahead. To write then and find peace to make it happen, Woolf would say a simple thing: En 1929, Virginia Woolf publiait Une chambre à soi. Dans cet essai, l’autrice britannique, s’interrogeant sur le silence littéraire des femmes, soulignait l’importance de posséder un lieu où travailler sans être interrompue