A Field Day

CherrytomatoToday, when I went to pick up my share of food from the C.SA.  (Community Supported Agriculture), we were given the option to go out in the fields to pick cherry tomatoes. As I walked down the tree-lined path on this sultry afternoon, a cool breeze suddenly washed over me like a mist, and as I took the next step, I felt as if I had crossed some type of threshold, transporting me to another place or time, like a ride at Disneyland. My reality had shifted. I came to the tomato field. Before me lie rows upon rows of green bushes, all neatly staked up. “But where are all those luscious red tomatoes?” I asked. I walked up and down the rows, the only sound, the gentle chirping of a few birds high up in the trees. Disappointed at first, a calm stillness gradually filled me. I breathed in deeply, then again. “Ah, how wonderful and peaceful. This is enough,” I said. Refreshed, I lingered for a few moments, then turned to walk out of the field.

Suddenly, I heard a whisper. “Look under.” I stopped next to a tomato plant and bent down, pulling away some branches. There, behind the leaves, Tomatoes! Lots of them! I picked one bush, then another, each discovery filling me with joy. I was as happy and excited as a child at an amusement park.

I slept well that night, grateful for the gifts that stillness can bring, dreaming of trees and birds and tomatoes…

I can’t wait till I can go back again….

About acdissek

I am a soul traveling sister who is about to embark on a pilgrimage of discovery, whose destination and purpose is yet a mystery. Along the way I hope to meet other pilgrims, sharing stories and wisdom of the heart.
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1 Response to A Field Day

  1. lissalayer says:

    Ahhhh yes… the joy (and relief) of surrendering a certain anticipated outcome, and to dwell in curiosity at what resides in the moment – and what might be revealed next. My husband and I are are having a hilarious time discovering zucchinis from our 2 prolific plants that the other one missed. (“How could he have not seen that one yesterday… it’s huge… do these things morph into three times their size overnight when no one is looking?!”). Those hidden cherry tomatoes, the last of the season, are all the sweeter for their wise teachings…

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