My dad could recite dirty limericks. It used to embarrass me when I was a kid. Now I think it's pretty cool.
I hadn't thought of that in awhile, but then this week out of the blue, I stumbled upon a dirty limerick book in a used book store. I thumbed through the pages and found some of dad's classics. I found myself crying a little.
(Who woulda thought "a man from Nantucket" could bring a grown woman to tears.)
Anyway, I bought the book as a reminder of the little wink from the universe in the middle of an otherwise ordinary day.
The week was filled with winks, too many to write down. Some were just strange coincidences, like having a phone conversation about hummingbirds and then suddenly seeing the first hummingbird of the year. Others were bigger and a bit more profound.
I love these moments. They make seemingly dull hours feel a little more magical. And I think the reason why I'm noticing them is that I've put my phone away more lately. I was rarely in a good mood when I was scrolling on my phone. Everything on-line made me mad or helpless. Without it, I get to experience more daily magic. And what else are days for?
Maybe it's just me, Reader. But dropping the phone and keeping myself open for winks has made me feel a lot more alive lately. If you need a spark, give it a whirl. Life has been nice these past few weeks. I'll see you next Monday. -Em
