break an onsen egg
Yesterday was the first time I broke an onsen egg. Had it a couple times before ready in the bowl, so I didn't know they actually need breaking. Seems like the eggwhite has higher boiling temperature than the yolk, so, if you boil one slowly in eggyolk temperature, you get an onsen tamago ('egg' 卵 in Japanese). It came surprise me, like seeing Gudetama in real life.
It was around 10 this morning that I started to finish the batch of notebooks.
Before that, I slept for like 11 hours non-consecutively. Took my time waking up, getting ready. Grabbing a cloudy caramel coffee and a has-it-all bánh-mì.
I turned on Leonard Cohen's 'Recent Songs' on manual repeat. How he sings. Not a smile, not a tear. Gentle the soul.
As I was listening to him in the background, stitching the books, gradually, it got quiet and clear in my mind. my body. my sphere. I felt like going back to myself. I found a simple answer within. My body was still unassembled, but I was able to straight up my back, and I kept stitching. I don't know how, it saved me. Upon finishing the last book, I felt at ease, bright again. I am through.
I need it so much to work with myself, on something, just one thing, with depth and completion, for a decent time. The notebooks were done, pictures were taken, wrapped ready to go. Pain in my arm and wrist means I'll need a longer break from the craft. Next month, perhaps I'll draw a picture in details.
So yeah, food's good again. I was able to do some quick social errands. Prepared my tiny luggage. Leaving in two days.
'Light enough to let it go.'
May I never forget what I learned today.