Wednesday, June 29, 2016
Perfection Abounding in a Bounty of Berries
By Micky Wolf
Okay, a proliferation of alliteration. Couldn’t resist. These beauties hang heavy on their lattice of vines that reach over the fence in our direction. We don’t disturb them. After all, they do belong to our friendly neighbor who often invites us to partake of the abundance.
Maybe it’s due to a momentary intoxication with the brilliant reds, pale crimsons, and deep purples, as our neighbor’s berry bushes have exploded into a veritable feast for the senses in recent days.
Seeing. Multifaceted globes of marvelous design.
Smell. The light perfume of ripening fruit floating in the air.
Sound. The ever so quiet flutter of wings as a large male cardinal drops in to grab a treat and carry it to the nest of young ones nestled in the nearby tree.
Touch. Prickly thorns a finger-tip’s distance from a cluster, nature’s measure of protection for the unwary picker.
Taste. For my beloved and me, the best part. So versatile—with cereal, or mounded over a scoop of ice cream. Or simmered to a thick, gooey-jam goodness to slather on a thick slice of bread.
In this busy life most of us live, it can be a challenge to stop and smell the roses. Or observe the simple berry. On the other hand, taking the time to do so may be the best choice we make in any given day. Why?
Our five senses are pure gift. We could perceive that gift as mostly utilitarian. Necessary to our survival. And that would be true.
On the other hand, the reality is we are born into a world filled with broken, wounded human beings inhabiting a variety of lands and cultures. Suffering and pain are never too far from our door, or our heart.
The good news is that in savoring the seasons of bounty and beauty we are strengthened and nourished for the days of our journey when we must travel through those valleys and dark places.
Sight. Smell. Taste. Touch. Sound.
Will you take the time to open the gift?