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What will you do with this one wild and precious life?
Wild and precious. Precious and wild.
Wild blueberries waiting to be picked and devoured and for mouths and fingers to turn blue. Precious tastes, each berry, popped into the mouth, bursting with, ahh rays of sun, morning dew, a spider's leg, last year's manure, the scent of the orchardist's wife, memories and this precious moment collide together. What if I were that blueberry?
That this particular life, mine, will be popped, enjoyed, savored, tasted fully, not-to-be-missed, Right Now. No "I will" No future. Continuous linking of "now" moments to make a beautiful, precious chain necklace bursting with rubies, jade, sapphires, broken sea glass, petrified wood, a child's clay project, your mother's engagement ring, everything included, even the unwanted stuff.
That this life is to be tasted, slow motion, through years, and then ... gone? Lingering a bit... who really knows... but here it is.
The wild blueberry like no other.
Savoring wild and precious life, like savoring the wild blueberry.
Look at that blueberry. They say in french, "Regardez." Look, regard, observe, take it ALL in. The infinite variations of hues, contrasts, shades of rainbow colors, size, weight, feel, texture. The way it rolls or doesn't. The imperfect sphere of it. Not just blue: purple pink white lavender yellow sun shade night moon wax and wane all in that berry. wild and precious. like no other and never has been.
What did it take for this blueberry to be here, sitting on a crease of your palm?
Somehow the seed of its mother bush landed just here, just right. Rain, compost, sunlight, temperatures of the seasons, and a picker here and there, enjoying picking from the mother bush as much as you have. The bush must know somehow how its fruits are loved.
Thich Nhat Hanh: The clouds in the piece of the paper. The everything in this one moment.

"Regardez." Look.
Journey it into your mouth. Resting on your tongue. Again. weight, texture, feel. What?
Roll it around in there. Can you already taste it without tasting it? How does it show up in you, show itself to you and how do you meet the blueberry? It tells you its stories and you tell it yours. Then you leave the storytelling and savor this very moment. Notice the urge to bite down into it immediately. Pause.
Then, riding that desire like a skilled surfer in the crashiest of waves, navigate that initial bite.
Skin of berry. Layers of its contents now exposed to you. How are you meeting it, as it's showing itself to you? Are you honoring it? Afer all, it's saying, shouting, yelling, naked, "Here I Am! ALL of me!!" Can you fully love this one, wild and precious berry?
The complexity of tastes, nuances, all its stories are now out there, in your mouth - nothing to hide. So don't hide yourself. Be with it. Be with this gorgeous, once-in-a-lifetime moment. Ride it. Pause. Savor again. Close your eyes and go into what this berry is gestalting in you. Working in you as it works intself into your system. Do you feel like singing? crying? laughing? talking? reaching for another berry? or just... nothing?
Wild and precious is not nothing.
You know when it's finished and it still lingers in you. Not just your mouth and taste buds. IN You. Let it, allow it, to sit in you. Meditate on the ever changing nature of what lingers.
Wild and precious, in the form of that tiny wild blueberry, as you had originally met it has passed. You "regardez"ed it, honored it, took it as it was, fully fully in you without expecting anything. just allowed it to tell and show itself, and Now, YOU.
Wild and precious YOU. You have met yourself.