Slow Sunday, the simple & a recipe

Purple sweet potato, mackerel, kefir cheese & fresh basil

Just back from Main Street, walked down from the top as the sky light was fading. Chunks of deep blue grey cloud with shimmers of pale blue In between, the dark chunks shifting shapes, wisping around in flurries.

Car headlights and buses lit up. Strings of little shops, lights on, cosy. People with hats and coats, kids on scooters, parents getting them home.

As I reached the end of the street where I turn off, the sky was dark and street lamps coming on. Noise and honks, then I turned the corner and within a few yards, silence, grew thicker and thicker. I arrived home to a flat, toasty warm; because it’s Sunday, and my Slow Sunday is always warm.

Earlier, I woke to trees and leaves. The mint in the window box blowing around. Tall black plastic bins shiny with rain, and small puddles twinkling between fallen leaves.

Cars motionless, big chunks of metal with engines silent and still. The air moving round them, blowing the rain covered bonnets. And, a fox scampered along the pavement. Big bushy tail.

Sun up behind cloud, early.

Silent.

Branches blowing this way and that and all the leaves gone from the tree out front. When I look at that tree, the only thing moving in the street; I can feel the peace of it, inside myself and sometimes I wonder.

I wonder and I wonder.

I wonder at living life at that pace. Instead of jabbing at screens and rushing into this and into that. Instead of busily being something in order to connect with other, busy being somethings.

I wonder how it would be, if we all just beed.

Ayurveda explains that to live to that rhythm, is Sattva.

The frenetic world we live in, is Rajas.

And rajas unchecked by Sattva, always leads to Tamas.

Decay and destruction.

Tamas is part of the cycle of life, but rajas, untamed by sattva, brings on the decay so much more quickly, and stunts life along the way. For the human being, we don’t evolve.

We get stuck doing too much. We forget to be.

So I had a being day.

How about you, do you like to sometimes just be?

Joy dots

Just being

Windy leaves

Puddles

Shiny road

Shop lights

Chunks of inky clouds

The seaside

Forests

Woods

Smell of wet earth

Frost on rooftops

Recipe

Sweet potato with mackerel, kefir cheese & basil

This was a simple lunch, a small plate to suit vata and pitta types.

Quick, easy and simple.

Bake purple sweet potato. Pan fry mackeral fillet, flake and mix with natural yogurt, fresh basil and capers. Serve with kefir cheese.

A short Slow Sunday today, here’s a beautiful photo, by jplenio from pixabay.

Wishing you the warmest,

Lucy x