i'm pretty sure i counted 8 cherry stands over the weekend as we drove through coastal farm country and the epic sierras. they're in season. cherries.
we stopped at the first stand we saw, next to the cheese factory.
people lined up.
i watched birds twitter through the air.
they know a good treat when they see one.
i always listen to the birds.
if cherries are now in season, when am i in season?
or, better yet
what season is it for me?
my professors, my ayurvedic therapist, my husband's co-workers
all tell me it is the season for me to do nothing...
to relax.
here comes the ultimate test:
do i have the guts to be idle?
so far, no.
i am overtaken by little tasks:
researching schools, looking for jobs, reading about farming and prairie dogs.
perhaps i will not be truly in season until i allow
myself to ripen.
i need to hang out some more
until i am in season,
like deep red, sweet
cherries.
to be in season tomorrow,
i must Rest and Ripen today
{my new R&R}
this i believe.
all photos taken by me. may 2009. living room.
4 comments:
I like how poetic you make things in everyday life.
mmmmm, cherries; not in Utah, yet. Your thoughts about ripening brought me to think of the parable of the vineyard. I thought of the specific ways in which the Lord of the Vineyard nurtured the vines by digging, using dung (help in growing), transplanting, resting, and came to believe more in allowing Him to nurture us. It is a good thought to allow yourself to ripen.
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Mikey did not write the above comment. Dianne did. We use the same computer.
what a beautiful poem, you are a great writer. am happy to hear from you. give my best to cj.
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