This week, a lot of things turned up, seemingly out of nowhere.
On the restaurant front, we came into loads of hen-of-the-woods mushrooms, watercress, & juniper berries. I could hardly believe my good luck. All of these treasures were just beyond the tree-line, waiting for me to collect them.
The next day, I got to play a concert with my old friend Ernie Hendrickson. I played songs I haven't played in years. The lyrics and chords still came pouring out, as if they were waiting for me to recall them.
Today, my son was sent home sick from school with a fever. I curled up with him on the couch. I started rocking him the way my mom did to me, using instincts that have been latent but still inherently there, waiting for me to use them.
And here I didn't know I was missing anything, until it all turned up.
Reader, it was a beautiful week, and I've got nothing but gratitude. Days like these remind me that there is so much waiting for us, just down the road, just behind our thoughts, just beneath our skin. How relieving to think that---even in dark times--there's something waiting for us.
This sappy post has been brought to you by a feeling of epic abundance (and a dram of scotch before bed). I'm off to rock a sick babe. See you next Monday. -Em