Sometimes, the universe seems to speak in riddles. At times they may feel mundane, but other times… they’re eggs-traordinary. And this? This little story might just lie somewhere between the mundane and the magical.

Months ago, I found a very small ceramic cup at a thrift store. It was white with blue trim and a lovely design near the rim. I had no idea what it was for, just that I felt drawn to it. My youngest was really into Greek mythology at the time and wanted Greek-inspired decorations. I didn’t have a lot of money, which is how we ended up in a random thrift store that day. 

I saw it on a cluttered shelf, just sitting there. Small, unassuming. I didn’t know what I’d use it for. Maybe an offering cup. Maybe just something decorative. Still, I felt drawn to it. So I brought it home. It sat in my kitchen, unused. Waiting.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago when seemingly out of nowhere, I realized what it actually was: an egg holder. Cute. Except… I can’t eat eggs. (Thanks, things that currently make my tummy hurt.)

But then a few days ago, I remembered something. Several months ago, someone had gifted me a large rose quartz egg. It’s a beautiful piece I’d nearly forgotten about, lying in a box on my desk with other sacred odds and ends.

Maybe on a whim, maybe guided by something deeper, I paused. Wait a minute… no freaking way. What if…?

So I placed the rose quartz egg into the little ceramic egg cup.

And it fit.. perfectly.

I actually laughed. Like… of course it does. Of course the universe gave me an egg cup for a crystal egg I wasn’t using. Because sometimes, that’s how spirit works. Through timing. Through nudges. Through wyrd* little thrifted objects and forgotten gifts.

Now it sits in my space like a tiny altar, quietly reminding me that:

• Just because something doesn’t make sense yet doesn’t mean it never will. 💖
  
• Sometimes the vessel shows up before we know what it’s meant to hold. 🥚
  
• And sometimes, GUSS** (God. Universe. Source. Spirit.) hands you an egg cup… not for breakfast, but for a blessing. ✨
  

It’s funny. It’s sacred. It’s strangely perfect. Just like life. Just like me.  😂🙏💖💫😇
So now, when things don’t seem to make sense, I try to remind myself: maybe it’s just not time for the egg yet. 

* “Wyrd” is an Old English word rooted in mystery, fate, and the unseen threads that weave our lives. Over time, it morphed into “weird,” often used to mock what’s different or misunderstood. But I choose to reclaim it. Not as something strange, but as something sacred. Magical. Cosmic. Woven with purpose, even when it doesn’t seem to make sense at the time. Just like this story. And perhaps, just like me. 

** Shoutout to alcoors on TikTok for the GUSS reference! I absolutely adore this! ✨