I experienced great joy and peace this week. It was glorious. And it all occurred while I was rolling out dough for pizza crusts.
The flour, the sticky dough all being rolled out into a circle to fit in the pan. It was pure heaven. It was great. I love this stuff, I really should do it more.
Then the kids came home and chaos ensued and my moment of solitude peace and joy were gone. But I had them this week. And now I know where to find them.
Solitude and dough.
And I have to say the pizzas kicked ass and were good. I was proud and happy.
relating in retrospect
1 week ago