Butternut Soup

This soup was created when I lived in a house with no roof in between the sea and the desert; a time when I learned to truly trust the universe. We would write lyrics to songs on the walls so I could improve my Spanish. We would sing to the Earth, make art and smoke a lot of weed. It was a house full of people that had left their homes in hope of a better life, a simple life of trust and connection.

In the day, my then husband and I would sell jewellery on the streets. We had little