self doubt, chose to gnaw at, taint and question, everything.
were. So often we measure ourselves against others' values, fortune and fame, but, most often, it is the little things that make us whole.
So, thanks to my patient teacher, T, here is accomplishment number one.
scrape off the outer bark, pound the inner, not too hard but just enough, so that it is possible to remove the cinnamon, and leave it to dry in the sun.
I just wish I could post how it smells.