This mess is what happens when I bake. My daughter asked me if I was cooking up a hurricane. She’s a smart arse.
I am not a baker, nor a candle stick maker for that matter but if my headspace is clear enough, and my heart chakra open, I can bake.
On Friday morning I had a reiki session which was lovely and wise and thought provoking and in the afternoon, I was given a session of healing with an incredible woman who dust-busted my soul and changed my outlook.
I cannot change the situation but I can change my response.
From this chaos…
Came this cake.
Make the best of it, I say. Even when a hurricane hits your life, make the best of it and eat cake.