by Digger Barr
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Bright red strawberry juice ran down my fingers staining the skin as it rolled down to my knuckle.
The knife cut easily into the flesh, removing the crown and dicing the sweet fruit into slices, chunks and bits.
The bits fell into the cereal bowl below. Hitting the golden wheat flake it rolled off dipping into the creamy milk surfacing again on the side.
Slowly the milk seeped into the dimples and a pattern emerged highlighted in white.
The surface of the fruit was covered in seeds and the seed dimples held the milk like little buckets.
Pausing to examine the contrast of white on red, the pattern took form first as a slight spiral, then revealed as Metatron’s cube.
It was cross hatched then circular, the pattern shifting as I turned my point of view.
It occurred to me that I did not know of any other fruit that developed its seeds on the outside of the skin.
Most are sitting in the core and center of the fruit like an apple or a grape.
It made me think of the berry as an emotion, wearing it’s heart on its sleeve.
These berries were fresh as they were picked moments before from my garden.
It was a moment of pure gratitude that filled me with awe and wonder about the glorious strawberry.
How lucky are we to have such a culinary delight that is so easy to grow.
In the midst of strawberry season there is an abundance of this sweet nutritious fruit.
It only lasts while it lasts and then we will have to wait again until next year.
But while it is here, enjoying each and every bite becomes so much more for me at this moment.
It began with thankfulness for my bounty.
But as I watched the process of food prep unfold, in that brief moment, I saw the miracle of life in that one tiny berry.
Dipping my spoon into the bowl I tasted the sweet and tart combination.
I could smell the distinct strawberry aroma.
And a continued blessing infused itself into the finishing touch of strawberry flavored milk. So good.
I no longer heard the city waking up around me. I was caught up in the wonder of the moment.
I was graced by the miracle of being in this moment.
This is what summer is all about.
Having these moments that pull one away from the daily grind let in a spark of joy.
The joy stayed with me throughout the entire bowl of cereal.
Each bite grows more gratitude for this moment.
Gratitude for a sweet little berry that turned my morning meal into a delicious experience.
And with it came insight on how simple moments can bring so much joy.
Gratitude for this moment of now
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