Yoga Journal
Flour Power
Let dough rise and the mind fall quiet when you bake bread as a meditation.
by Lavinia Spalding (google+)
I was well into my 30s when I summoned the nerve to make bread for the first time, settling on challah as my inaugural loaf. I felt drawn to the braided bread, traditionally served at Jewish Shabbat dinner, partly because of its sweet flavor and spiritual significance. Also, my niece Emma makes challah occasionally, and I reasoned that if a sixth grader could do it, so could I.
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