It's really true. Picking wild blackberries with Lochlan this morning, i thought about how similar berry picking is to the process of life. Telling Lochlan to pick only the dark, ripe berries - like accepting and appreciating the juiciness life has to offer right now, and having faith that there is much more to come. Fortunately, admitting that i have an addiction to berry picking is't so bad. Who doesn't appreciate that feeling of suddenly spotting the perfect object - waiting just for you...your mind races with all the things you could do with it (berry pie? berry cobbler? berry scones?).
Yesterday we went to Watertown, and before we left, i happened to spot a bunch of black and white t-shirts on a display table. Now i should mention that cheap, black and white, v-neck t-shirts have been "my thing" lately - so it was just meant to be that these shirts were there waiting, with their $2.99 price tags. Yes, i'm thanking the universe for these gifts, along with all of the really big gifts in my life ;) ...which reminds me, Isobel and Troy will be home in about an hour!







