The solitude of my teenage years invited me to establish other types of connections, lasting and loyal, that would allow me to develop a sense of belonging. The garden was always a safe and containing refuge, and there, I learned to observe, contemplate, dream, and hope. Then, over time, I began to mark moments of passage and, in a way, celebrate ancestral traditions, whose magic gifted me precisely with an unparalleled and unbreakable bond that filled me also with an invaluable sense of gratitude that I still carry with me. I do my best to pass that on to my kids so they know that nature, alongside faith, can also be their ever-loyal companion, across time, space, and land.
We've marked the summer solstice this year by crafting a series of light catchers and baking what we decided to call sunshine cookies, filled with a lemon curd heart. I hope they too bring you a mindful moment to absorb the last stretch of the summer.
