it was supposed to be only of stone and sweat and wheelbarrow, but then the big tree in the backyard dropped a limb.
my neighbor gave me a more than a ton of quartzite to use for a path i’ve been dreaming up. in exchange, i gave her gift cards for massage. i grew up watching my parents barter (eggs for milk, pigs for sheep) and building that sort of economy makes sense on so many levels of community & love & flexibility & fairness.
on the day she stopped by to offer the stone (left over from a project of her own), i had been on the phone with quarries, pricing it out. she knew nothing of my plans for a path. she simply offered what i needed at the exactly perfect time.
i don’t think that’s coincidence, since i’m pretty sure coincidence is more of a magic, or an energy, or a cosmic synchronicity related to a form of physics i do not grasp, or something else that is hard to speak of without sounding like a total new age weirdo. but it’s real! it’s never accidental. this i know (or maybe just choose to believe because life seems neato when i do).