Everyone gets insanely busy. Making coffee or tea and a meal is the pristine chance to be mindful of your earthly existence and take refuge in what nurtures you. Mindful morning meals, mindful walks, and breathing is like the minty breeze of the world. Its refreshing and enlivening. It’s also necessary in this age of super human speed lifestyles. Henry loves my quinoa and roasted brussel sprouts. I added butternut squash and seasoning, leaving it raw enough for a crunchy satisfaction. I’m so preoccupied with work; a new catering order is in the works. This vegan lifestyle is hardcore discpline and it takes some logic to navigate through the world with a conviction of this caliber. Many preach the wonders of being mindful, meditating, and nourishing yourself with wholesome food. But there’s another angle that is most often left out which is how disciplined you have to be to accomplish this on a daily basis. I was raised Buddhist but still struggle with practicing my philosophy every day. Homemade meals are the speed block in my evenings. They slow me down. They bump against the plastic fibers of imperfection that pull a vehicle within a vehicle to a place unimagined but much anticipated.