The Heavenly Market

I have been in a funk, as explained in my sister blog http://synchronicityinthecity.blogspot.com.

So yesterday I thought I could clean my way out of it, but needed supplies. I felt tired of my same old neighborhood markets, and vaguely remembered there was a tiny charming market, a bit further afield. I wandered a bit haphazardly for several blocks until I recalled the way and came around the corner and through a courtyard. On the sign it said Heavenly Market.

Since I was feeling badly, I put a package of tiny chocolate donuts in my bag first off - those kind with the lovely waxy frosting. Then I found bleach, cleaning rags, trash bags. When I sat it on the counter, the check- out lady said, "Cleaning day, huh?"

"You know how you run out of cleaning supplies all at once and then need donuts?" I replied. She laughed. "You're funny," she said. She told me she didn't take debit cards, only cash. Honestly, I felt like crying. To walk to my bank was several more blocks, and I've been unutterably exhausted lately. She said I could have the stuff and come back and pay the next day. When I thanked her for her kindness, she said, "I'm blessed. I've been here in this store twenty five years."

Who would have thought in this day and age a complete stranger would trust a first time shopper enough to run a tab? I walked home and proceeded to eat the entire package of tiny donuts with a glass of milk and felt immensely cheered. Thank Goodness for the Heavenly Market and the angel named Helen.