Then I came across the first acorn of the season on our property. I found it in the driveway, directly in front of the tree festooned with Hell's Interior. Talk about potential. This tiny nugget holds the means of creating an enormous oak. Latent potential if there ever was any!
As today is Monday, I'm thinking of potential projects for the week. I'm thinking of potential delicious meals and stirring conversations to enjoy. I'm thinking of the potential of having to fly through the remnants of Fay on my way to San Francisco Thursday for the Slow Food conference. I'm thinking of potentially meeting Alice Waters. I'm thinking of potentially dancing at a venue other than family weddings. Potential. What a motivator.