Blueberry Bliss
One of my greatest pleasures is to hop out of bed in the early morning hours, jump into my kayak and paddle across the pond up to the bend in the river where the blueberry bushes grow.
I even have my favorite blueberry bush, it’s about five feet tall and adorable. It sits on the edge of the pond growing out of a hollowed-out stump of a long ago fallen tree. Today I sit under her basking in the beauty that surrounds me. The birds are calling out their morning songs to greet the day seemingly very happy to be alive. The water bugs are scurrying around in what appears to me to be an indiscernible pattern. The water lilies, queens of the pond, are opening up gracing the world with their subtle sweet fragrance. Dragonflies chasing each other through the air take a break to rest on my kayak, and occasionally my arm.
Thoughtfully, I reach up to pick a berry that this bush has been busily growing over this past year. It has grown in the familiar pattern that began last fall after the birds and kayakers had picked the last of the berries and her leaves turned red and brown and dropped into the pond.
She stood resting along the icy banking this past winter while we humans complained about the winter that we thought might never end. Alas, it did end and she awoke as the days grew longer began pushing out those tiny white buds that turn into the exquisite fruit I’m holding with reverence in my hand.
The sun shining on my face, the birds chirping overhead, the wind rustling in the trees, the dragonflies that stop to rest on her delicate branches are all a part of the berries I’m eating.
I’m in awe as it dawns on me that I am a part of this blueberry bush that beckons me to stop and partake of her fruit; the fruit that has been imbedded with the sights, sounds, and smells of the pond that I love. I am indeed a part of this blueberry bush and the pond that I love.
Eventually, I begin to paddle back towards home. I know that my body is different from the body that got up from my warm bed this morning. The joy, gratitude, peace, and contentment that I felt as I glided upon the water watching the world wake up to greet another day has nurtured every cell in my body.
With Love & Healing Energy from the Pond,
Laurel
