After 24 hours in the hospital, everything looks different on the outside. A simple task like blueberry picking takes on a spiritual, soul restoring aura. The fresh air, the rows of bushes, the hike to the perfect row. The
mix of bright sky, white clouds, green leaves and beautiful blue berries. The buzz of bees and flutter of butterflies. The drops of sweat running down your back as the baskets fill. Jake and Josh excitedly calling that they found the mother load. The absence of disinfectant or beepers or computers. Big, fat, juicy berry after yummy berry. Planning what you will make with this bounty. The knowledge that the humid stickiness you are feeling will disappear as soon as you are in the boat on the lake. Friendship, banter, laughter. Big, deep breaths of gratitude, anticipation and life.7 For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land—a land with streams and pools of water, with springs flowing in the valleys and hills; 8 a land with wheat and barley, vines and fig trees, pomegranates, olive oil and honey; ....10 When you have eaten and are satisfied, praise the LORD your God for the good land he has given you. Deuteronomy 8 NIV
I loved these thoughts, I think that someone who deals with pain and death can have a heightened awareness of the freshness that this world still provides. I remembered coming home from work when you were little and just looking at you and your beauty and perfection and being restored by it.
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