Do good with your hands.
It’s something my friend Ali and I have said to each other hundreds of times, on the days that feel undone. I’m no neuroscientist, but there is something pretty amazing about the way your brain becomes more creative when your hands are busy. That’s why we spin pens or drum pencils when we are pondering. It’s why we get great ideas in the shower as we’re washing our hair.
And it’s why, right now, I need to knead.
Bread is a comfort food for me for one reason.
Bread invites me to take it easy, to slow down, to become comfortable with making space for good things to happen. Bread says, “Take a breath, ponder lovely things, dream a bit.” Bread has a great imagination. Bread doesn’t like to be rushed as it considers becoming light and fluffy and the perfect accompaniment to wine or butter or a…