I am filled with uncertainty. Who will read what I write? How will they find my blog in the vast wordscape that is the internet? Will I be good enough?
And then I remember --- this blog is not about being judged. This blog is about hope, life and joy. It is about sharing what I love, my passions, with whoever chooses to listen.
I remember that I picked strawberries with my family as a child. I carried a wicker basket over my arm, and I imagined that I was living on the prairie in the nineteenth century. Scrutinizing each berry, I would only pick the perfect ones. My basket was small, but filled with nature's beauty.
I now recognize that beauty is more than skin deep. Does it really matter how a strawberry looks? No, what matters is how it tastes. Especially since I like to make strawberry jam -- every cooked strawberry I've ever seen looks the same, regardless of it's original state.
Today I am going strawberry picking with my S.O. May our basket overflow.
