Saturday morning I woke up early, excited to fire the oven for the first time in months. I have been praying for help for many months and over the last two months my help has come little by little. My brothers were the first to the fray. I am blessed to have a family that is so supportive and loyal. Then my new chef Rob and Sunday my new brewing assistant Jeff.
As I walked out the back door of the kitchen into the parking lot I was thinking to myself, “can I work Monday through Friday and somehow still be the chef and brewer I’ve dreamed of being?” That’s a lot of work but I love both vocations (most days!). I stopped a moment and took a deep breath as I pondered the implications. Long weeks, very little time off and constant economic pressure. Do I have the strength to shoulder the load? Today? Tomorrow? For years?
I looked down at my feet not sure of the answer and saw a single teacup rose under a picnic table in the parking lot. A single spot of beauty popping up through dead leaves right on the edge of the macadam. It was if an angel put it there to let me know its not time to stop fighting. What made the rose so poignant is that my mom had given me three teacup rose bushes a year and a half ago. One of my dish washers killed them during a weeding session. Gone. For a year easily. But here this morning. Like eating a spiritual super energy pill!