One of the first things Kerri gave me was a small silver acorn. I carry it in a pocket of my wallet. For her family it is a symbol of abundance and good fortune. I have grown to love the acorn bump that now defines my wallet. It is a constant reminder: I carry good fortune with me wherever I go.
This past week we’ve both had miserable colds. We do everything together. Except for our run-in with Covid last fall, it’s been years since either of us has been knocked out by any ailment, especially the common cold. Our timing is not ideal since the weather has been gorgeous. Fall has arrived, warm sun and cool shade are calling. Needing to get out of bed and out of the house, we drove to our loop trail. We walked slowly, moaning and groaning and laughing at our creaky progress – yet the warmth of the autumn sun penetrated all the way to our bones. Our walk was exhausting but it was good medicine.
As Kerri often does, she stopped abruptly, pulled out her camera, walked back a few steps and knelt on the trail. “What do you see?” I asked.
“An affirmation,” she said, showing me the photo of the acorn. “See? Good fortune.”
See good fortune. It’s been a recurring theme lately. See how we are supported. See the abundance of our lives.
It’s Viktor Frankel: bring rather than seek the meaning in your life. “I carry some serious good fortune in my wallet,” I said.
“I know,” she smiled. “And now look! We are finding some on our trail.”
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Just being alive is enough good fortune for me and Brenda. Oh, let me share something: Expanding our garden for next year, received a truckload of dirt yesterday – I was in seventh heaven! But Brenda, upon seeing the pile, remarked: “Why do men love to play around in dirt piles? It’s blocking my path to the bird feeders! This is going to be a mess when it rains!” etc. I made the sound of a heifer. Knowing my mistake, I chanted Red Green’s “The Men’s Prayer.” sigh…
Thank Brenda for us for letting you live another day!Had I made the sound of a heifer, Kerri would have buried my body in the dirt pile!😂
Well, at least you made Brenda laugh when she read your reply (me too!). Man, wish the four of us could meet. You two are such kindred spirits! -cris