What You're Meant To Be

Ah child of countless trees…
Ah child of boundless seas…
What you are, what you’re meant to be…
(Cassidy-Grateful Dead)

Last week found me with happy reunions, a lot of love, and an unexpected visitor who reminded me of my quest to always see sunshine, always sing my song, and always believe that whatever I touch, I do my best to make magic happen.

The reunion was with some of my West End pals that I am still extremely close with, I don’t see enough of, but when I am reunited, I feel like my family is all back, together. These people have known me since Kindergarten. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, with a whole of growing, running, playing, learning. Yes, it was a good reunion of souls.

On Friday, I was down in my Cosmic shop, and had a surprise visit from one of my aunts. She lives far away, I see her, very rarely, I don’t keep up with her like I should, but I knew she was planning a visit, I just was not sure when that would take place.

She is the kind of woman that if sunshine could come out of her eyes, it would. But, if you cross her, or someone she loves, that sunshine can change to lightening, in seconds. It was amazing that her timing came right when I was having not a great end to the week. She breezed in, gave me a huge hug, we talked, she loved my shop, she listened as I talked about my breads, the names of my breads, the hippie clothing, me, the markets that I run, and especially this little market of love.

I explained to her how it works, how we run it, the customer base…I felt as if I couldn’t stop telling her about all that I do and all that is important to me.

She was intrigued with my Cosmic cookies…I told her they were called Hippie Cookies. She looked at me with a mix of sunshine and happy tears. She reminded me of two people who would be very, very proud of what I do, how I do things, and how passionate I am about things. When she left, I looked around at my shop, the sun that filters through the stained glass window, the leftover hippie cookies, and the racks of hippie clothing…her words as she left the shop were…“You are doing what you were meant to do, Baby Girl” (Because my grandmother had given me that name and it’s what my family always called me…)

And, my aunt was right…I am right where I was meant to be, doing what makes me happy, running markets that I am so entirely passionate about.

Today is Sunday, the market is open, and I leave you with love, passion, and a Sunday recharge…all from my surprise visitor.

Peace and Love,
Cosmic Pam