bread is best, but butter is better {Laura Fraser}


Photo by  Jude Infantini  on  Unsplash

Photo by Jude Infantini on Unsplash

A friend once showed me the blog of an American writer who’d come to stay with his family in France, and in one piece had written the line, and then we ate bread, just so we could eat butter.

What a line.

What a wonderful, wonderful, quotable, Tweetable, repeatable line: we ate bread so we could eat butter.... 

And sometime earlier, Miss Stein sat up and smiled, as she raised a cup to her mouth, ah yes, and a rose is a rose is a rose…

 Part of the same sentence perhaps.

 

 

Home {by Laura Fraser}

Dearest All!

Firstly, may I wish you all the most magical and precious Winter Solstice. Today is a precious day. May it cause all our hearts to open courageously. 

Secondly... I am so grateful that you subscribe to this blog. Your support means so much to me! THANK YOU! 

And so, here's my latest story, if you like it, please do share with friends and family.

Here's to a joyful Christmas for everyone. And may 2016 be our bravest most kindest year yet.

Laura xxx

Home

I once lived in an apartment, on Ladbroke Grove in London.

There were 3 rooms, 4 if you counted the small loo by the front door, the seat of which was permanently broken. It was cosy. It was warm; it was a good home. I slept some of my deepest sleeps there, meditated with friends there, danced alone in the sitting room there and set up a company that lasted a year there.

It was also the place that Monday Meditations were born, which meant that every Sunday, I’d send out an email to anyone I knew, who either already meditated, had definitely mentioned an interest in it, or was perhaps, potentially thinking about it saying tomorrow: my door’s open, please come. Lets meditate.

Read More