THE BLACK RASPBERRY PICKING: IT’S ALL ABOUT PERSPECTIVE.
A hot, sunny day. Solid blue, the late day buzz of locusts, cicadas calling me to the rhythms of life. it’s their call that epitomizes those lazy days of summer.
I went into the market and asked where their blackberry bushes were for picking today. Directions simple, they were near, to the left. And then I was told, being late in the day everyone had already come and gone with the blackberries that were ripe and ready. There would be nothing left for me and my hopes of jam.
I politely asked if they minded if I took some containers and went out anyway. They said, “be my guest”.
Two long rows of bushes stood before me. Not a berry in site. The air was heavy in the lateness of the day. Perhaps it was the song of the cicadas that fueled my desire to lay down. And so I did. I laid down in that berry patch staring up at the sky. No one but me, the dry grass, the berry patch, and the air pressing on my chest reminding me of gravity.
My eyes gazed up through the berry patch and I saw them, clumps of dark rich berries, dripping with juice. I laughed out loud, the irony of this…..the universe shouting a message to me.
Change your perspective, look at things from a different angle and be amazed. Eight pints of black raspberries were waiting for me, because I laid down and looked up. How often are we not willing to do that? Where else in my life today do I need to change my angle, my view in order to open a new door. That option is always there in the tangled vines of our lives.
We are told daily about what can’t be, what is. Perhaps all we need to do once in a while is lay down and look up to find the hidden fruit of our lives.
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