Today, 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….