Raspberry Picking; A Metaphor For Life
I was picking raspberries and thought about how it relates to my life.
Assess the situation and be prepared. Long pants and long sleeves will avert a week or two of healing from thorn scratches.
Sometimes you have to navigate the thorn bushes of life to find the fruits of your labor.
Perspective changes everything! I think I have picked all of the berries, then I crouch down or move to the other side and suddenly there are berries I could not see.
There is great satisfaction in the process. I love the thrill of the hunt. I am methodical and thorough in my process.
Attention to details has it rewards. Karl will do the obvious berries. I come in for the second round and do the detail picking.
A bit of maintenance and upkeep always pays off. Pruning and watering guarantee a crop for next year. Karl is the gardener; I only help with the harvest and processing.
Life is bountiful and there is always enough for everyone. There are berries I miss or don’t pick before they over ripen and fall to the ground. It is OK, the bugs need food and everything is part of the cycle of life. I always have enough.
Thank you for reading,
Cynthia
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