As you might’ve seen in recent entries, whether in The Library or The Journal, there’s so much more to eating than nutrition. Meals shape the rhythm of our days and, of course, the quality of our lives. The way we eat, who we eat with, how we begin and end a meal, all of this speaks to something deeper: a need for balance, connection, and belonging.
I like to have breakfast alone. It is my quiet start, my sacred solitude. I need silence in the morning, a slow check-in with the day ahead. My breakfast is a savory ritual: a well-balanced plate, fresh vegetables, some good protein, and whole-grain carbs. It sets the tone.
I usually share weekday lunches with colleagues. We talk about anything but work, and somehow, that makes us better at it.
Weekends are for big family lunches. They’re unhurried, and rich in flavours and textures.
On weekdays, dinner is our cornerstone. With friends or family, we eat together. No phones, no rush, just good food and light chats or deep discussions.
These are small things. And yet, they hold great weight. When we eat well, regularly, and with others, we restore not just our bodies, but something tender and essential inside us. A meal can be a moment of peace in a long day. A conversation over dinner can loosen the knots of the week. Even our breakfast alone can remind us who we are before the world asks us to be anything.
Rituals, especially the kind we live, not announced, anchor us. They give our days shape and meaning. They may not fix everything, but they soften the sharp edges. And over time, they build a life that feels whole.
With love,
Anna, the Lantern Keeper
Lantern Notes 
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