In the winter and on chillier fall days, sometimes even in the spring, I like to wear layers. I can take a sweater off, and still have another warm garment underneath, but if it gets warmer, I can remove that as well. Layers are a very practical way of dressing.
Onions are another thing with layers that come to mind. As you peel off one outside circle, the next reveals a firm and tart flavor, texture and smell. The onion is also very practical. The center can often stay juicy and tasty even if the outer layers are a bit tired and wilted. Although, the onion can be tricky and rot from the core. Avoid those. Find ones that are hard to the touch and don’t exhibit give.
Stories–even lives– can be layered as well. Not the storeys we walk up, although they too are formed in layers, but the stories we tell. Each layer revealing a little more about ourselves, going deeper into the heart of the matter, showing our strength. The center can be as stable and solid as the outer layer is soft and malleable.
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