Little story for you on a Monday morning while we in the United (keyword) States of America are thinking of giving gratitude.
We were headed to a potluck on yesterday, and Saturday I was standing at the fridge looking at what we had and what would work. In relation to food, this was a gathering that has historically been gracious and delicious. I made a list of possibilities, and headed off to to the grocery store.
Sometimes what I set out to do morphs. So, the thyme roasted purple sweet potatoes were on point, but right at the final setting the avocado dressing salad (my own creation) made a pivot. What I had instead was a serving bowl holding exquisitely decadent guacamole and a light vinegar dressed local salad of greens on the other side. It didn’t make complete sense, but it felt right, so I left it alone. You can add avocado to anything I reasoned. I packed up and headed for the gathering.
Upon arriving, with the musicians practicing in the living room, I tip-toed into the kitchen to see a bowl of white rice and black beans (amongst other things). Unbeknownst to me, I had brought the finishing touches to a meal that was already waiting me for.
Like Flo says, Never violate a hunch. Trust your whispers that the piece you are bringing is valid and necessary even when you cannot see what is waiting for you at the table of Life.
Happy Monday family,
Kate
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