Over time my children no longer needed me and I felt barren, lost even. In time I began responding to the terrain of emotions via experiences such as menopause, birthing, nurturing, relinquishing, displacement. From soft undulating vibrations of love to the sharp ridges of anxiety. Crevices, messy environments, weeds, seemingly insignificant objects, sacred symbols, crumpled, old cotton saris, dark corners, cramped, overflowing cabinets, are to me vast subjects. Tiffin boxes layered with pickled, boiled, marinated, creamed, sugared feelings. All tucked away neatly into the pantry of my mind. Revealing the beauty within every mess.