The last of the strawberries came and went. Just in time, the blackcurrants ripened fat and juicy. As they were slipping away, the redcurrants blushed in hot embarrassment under the sun’s gaze. As the blackbirds made off with the last of the ruby jewels, the blueberries began to pulse with colour. The blackberries, too, were coming, and secret stashes of bilberries covered the moors. And on and on life goes like this. As one treasure sinks into the earth, another comes shooting up. And so even as we cradle our grief for that which we have lost, we can open our eyes to a new treasure that is already emerging.
Love and courage,
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