Ukrainian Kitchen Sanctuaries

Every morning I have a routine. Whether I wake up late, come back from a walk, or it’s a Sunday morning; every day I have a routine of washing any dishes in the sink or loading the dishwasher and wiping down the counters.

Part of my routine is to have a clean kitchen but the other part is because the kitchen is my sanctuary. It’s where I find solace and gratitude.

The kitchen is where I plug my headphones in my ears to listen to podcasts, audible, spa music, or scripture to start my day. It’s how I try to meditate on the day.

I love to cook and even though my husband proudly says that my cooking sometimes (not all the time) is “restaurant quality,” it’s where all my kitchen gadgets are. It’s where my collection of small plates I’ve picked up in other countries or just some flea market are either hung on the wall or stacked in the cupboards that I like to use...

Just recently, however, I’ve found myself feeling sad almost every day. I find myself imagining how it would feel like for something as simple as the pure joy I find in my tiny kitchen, living in the city, to be taken from me.?

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