Was just speaking with someone yesterday about how I don’t necessarily need to go anywhere to have ‘adventure’ present itself. Opening the door is sometimes all the invitation necessary. It also does depend on how you interpret ‘adventure,’ I suppose. For me, I guess I’d say it has something to do with wonder, curiosity, story, listening, learning…being privy to new facets of humanity/creation…the glint of God.

That was yesterday.

What follows is from my notebook of today.

8:13 AM At the Market and Holy Moses, the BEAUTY of everything! Bright greens and yellows, purples and stripes, knobbly squash and more gently sloped peppers of every shape and shade… Corn, looking like stacked up rockets with browned silk exhaust. It is cool this morning, harvests are coming in, and augh…the fresh goodness of earth is radiant.

9:23 AM I did my market walk and have leeks add to dinner tonight—zucchini-leek fritters. Also got an empanada that I’ll have for lunch. Maybe a picnic? Was sitting at a table that I’d pulled out of the way—sort of tucked into a triangle of those people-herding fence segments that they use when ships are in. An older woman—Bonnie—asked to use a spare chair from my table…she pulled it off to the side and was sipping her coffee. I offered her the other side of the table too so she could put her things down. We ended up in the most interesting conversation about art and texture and aesthetics! When she stood up, she thanked me for “a most unexpected gift!” Lovely…and such a kindness to say it.

1:20 PM After sorting more clothes for giving away, I am on a bench in the Public Gardens—having had a group of women walk by and proclaim “Oh my gosh. Please enjoy your afternoon—that looks Perfect!” while I was reading and eating the empanada. I read for a while longer only to have another woman stop by and ask if I was from here. She’d been sent from the hospital through the Gardens to ‘take the diagonal’ (there isn’t a direct diagonal—only a wandering one) to Spring Garden and go to Shoppers Drug. I explain with pointing, colours, and landmarks what she needs to do. Blank. Know what? Let’s walk. I walk her to Shoppers and get the whole unprompted story of moving to PEI, husband airlifted yesterday for open heart surgery. Turns out, there’s a street fair on Spring Garden. I pop into Bookmark and there’s a book there for me. Tooling around Spring Garden is the owner of Peachy Keen popsicles, offering her wares to the gazillion families making good use of miniature golf stations, a bouncy castle, and multiple other stalls. I decided to try one—raspberry/lime/lemongrass. While paying, I heard the story of the owner and a sword swallower who took the same bus in Sri Lanka.

2:17 PM. Am in the kitchen and while I am tempted to take a nap, there’s another part of me that doesn’t want to miss a moment of all else this day might hold….what more of God might be revealed.