Simple Work Full Soul

There is an elemental soothing

a renewal of the inner being

found within comparative simplicity

(hence my term simple work).

Sans computer, sans software

beyond the reach of text or tweet

hand to flour, milk and egg

(hence my label simple work)

Glorious, straighforward, free

water, yeast, loaves rising free

unfetterd by technology

The oven warms, the towels are draped

my gaze is drawn to window-scape

the field fresh turned

the crows approve

For these few hours time is stopped

it hovers in overlap

it could be any year in this old farmhouse

this old kitchen, with these timeworn bowls

For a heartbeat of history

I am connected, interlaced in purpose

with each of the women before me

who have stood

here

looking out this window

in this kitchen

hands covered in flour

with the tic-tic-tic of their oven warming.

Blessed be, simplicity

your joys, all but lost to haste

are under-rated

**Wheat and basic white breads in my image of recent bread baking**

Text & Images by IDF 2012