I'm thinking of the plenty here in our little patch of land...
black walnuts cover the ground,
chestnuts are strewn and crushed along the road,
dogwood fruit is scattered across the deck.
Much of their bounty goes uneaten.
These nuts may not be as sweet as apples
but they remind me to taste as much of this life as possible.
To let myself feel and be open to love,
to relish every tiny treasure,
to feel every loss and celebrate every small victory,
to mourn injustices as I relish passion's fruit.
What a dazzling turbulent world we live in.
kastilwell
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