If you’re seeing this, then this is your time to stop feeling guilty for disappearing. Hi, I’m Helen. And when the world gets too loud, I bake. Because in the kitchen, I can breathe. I can listen to the quiet. I used to think disappearing meant failure. That if I wasn’t showing up, losing my place in the world. Land, God hides what is shaping. He conceals what is preparing for purpose. Quiet doesn’t mean forgotten. It means forming, healing, and rising. Like this baguette, this simple door reminds me of grace. It hides. It rests. It waits. And in that stillness, something shifts. It rises. It becomes. Maybe that’s what we all need sometimes to step away from the noise and let life do its unseen work. And maybe disappearing isn’t failure, it’s preparation. Maybe it’s your soul catching up with who you’re meant to be. So stay hidden if you need to. The world will meet you when you’re ready to rise. This is food for your soul and your spirit.
Dining and Cooking