Went to Chinatown today to see my dad and his wife. She gifted me a large bag of mushrooms, not the magic kind, but a very rare medicinal kind harvested only from the mountains of her village. She also gave me a ceramic container to double boil it in, and some other mystery bags of Chinese dried fruits, and instructed me how to boil and steep them all together. All of this to say thanks for helping her after her brother died.
I was honored to receive them. This is the second time I've been gifted mushrooms in this moon cycle. I'm starting to develop a deeper reverence for them than ever before. It seems semi mystical that I keep receiving them as gifts, since fungi literally arise from death and decay. It's a gift from the universe, to heal. I'd been trying to get mushrooms this entire pandemic and couldn't acquire any, then all of a sudden they all arrive as gifts. They came when they were ready. When I was ready. OooooOOoo.
5:13 p.m. - 2022-12-13