Last month, on a gloriously warm Easter Sunday morning, my husband and I hid tiny chocolate eggs in the bushes in our garden.
I watched as he led my second child – a petite 2 year old diva in the making – on an intrepid search…Daddy told her they were “looking for clues” as they walked along the path beside our house.
Doubtless she had no idea what “looking for clues” meant, but on discovering her first shiny, dew-covered egg beneath a tree, it was clear to her that whatever a clue was, this was one of them.
The “Clue Egg” was born.
For days after this magical weekend, every time she wanted to tackle the tricky unpeeling of foil-covered chocolate yumminess, she would sweetly ask, “Clue egg? Pease?”
That morning she followed the trail of the clue eggs until they were all uncovered, collecting as many as she could nestle in her tiny hands. It was an expedition of deliciousness.
I realised that this is what we, as sensible grown ups, should be doing every day. Following the trail of the delicious, tasting life one melting drop at a time.
Keep searching everywhere for the beautiful. The gleaming. The divine.
The tiny things that sparkle and crackle and shimmer beneath the dark bushes, hidden amongst the spiders…
The things that give you joy. That make your mouth water and your heart sing. Wonders that you can hug close to you like little treasures.
Keep looking for the things that make you thrilled to be alive.
Because they are clues….
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