A Gentle Grind

I noticed a spoonful of toasted sesame seeds waiting in a small ridged ceramic mortar on the kitchen counter. I... I wanted to grind them before breakfast, but without sending tiny seeds scattering over the clean stone. Gripping the smooth wooden pestle with both hands, I set my footing firm against the counter surface. Shifting my weight into a steady, disciplined circular rhythm from my shoulders, I guided the rounded wood against the comb-like clay grooves. With each muffled, quiet crunch, the seeds broke down into a fragrant, nutty powder. It felt deeply calming to see them crushed completely even without making a mess. #ShinjiIkari @americansamurai