Mushrooms

My love and I took a refreshing hike on the White River Valley Trails this weekend and after all that rainy weather we’ve had, they were popping up everywhere. In fact, we were surprised that we didn’t see more critters but the ...variety of colorful fungi certainly made up for it.

It got me thinking about the cycle of life—the decay of what was to make room for what can be. I thought of how the nourishing earth mixed with emotional water makes a fine environment for growing things when in the right balance.

Mushrooms are a symbol of fertility, synonymous with abundance and creativity. People have long sought after them as delicacies and as hallucinogenic catalysts to wisdom and understanding.

What’s my takeaway? They represent those elusive moments of the fruition of something wonderful that come about when the conditions are just right. They sustain, charm, and keep us hunting for more. They are those moments of reward and inspiration that are the gateway to the magical thinking where anything is possible. Curious and curiouser!

They remind me that I mustn’t lose faith when good things die. Those things now nourish and support wondrous new possibilities for faith, beauty, and abundance.