Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognise as food.
Let your food be your first medicine.
What you eat has the power to support better brain function, concentration, memory and mood.
It seems to me that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined
Sadness and beauty seem to live very close together.
The absurdity of life becomes clearer after loss.
The grief never leaves you, but you learn to carry it.
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.
Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognise as food.
Let your food be your first medicine.
What you eat has the power to support better brain function, concentration, memory and mood.
It seems to me that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined
Sadness and beauty seem to live very close together.
The absurdity of life becomes clearer after loss.
The grief never leaves you, but you learn to carry it.
You are allowed to be both a masterpiece and a work in progress simultaneously.
There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.