What it is about picking raspberries, I don't know... is it that the work is so mundane, my mind has a chance to flow freely? Or am I just quiet enough to hear God speak to me? As I go for my walks, I find that my mind gets rid of layers and layers of excess. Sometimes I am upset and don't realize it until after my walk. Sometimes I ache so bad during my walk that I don't even know what I think about. But somehow in the raspberry patch, it's just me and concentrating on how ripe the berry is and whether or not I should let it wait another 24 hours, or whether I think the birds might decide it will do before I get to it. I share with the birds and throw many out into the lawn for them to scavange away from my patch.
I have been picking this year about a week and have had a few thoughts while picking. Like how sometimes we want to rush things, to hurry things along and sometimes it is just best to wait until the right time. That's what a raspberry can teach you. Or like a friend warned when I mentioned I was picking, he said 'pick high!'. Maybe I wouldn't have gotten that another year, but this year I did. With our son's dog living here, he doesn't seem to get why there should be rules about where he pees. My dogs know that there are rules. No peeing on my flowers, No running through the raised garden beds. No going in the herbs. You can run through the perrenial flowers, but no peeing in them! I have been washing my berries this year.
|Opie makes sure to check and secretly mark the raspberry patch every time I pick,|
So the other day I was picking. We are getting a nice size bowl every day. Some of the berries are big which means I have a few new bushes growing. The smaller berries are on the older bushes. As I am picking, I think about this past week. I had a migraine a week ago and have been dizzy since. I even went to the Dr. because I wasn't sure if my blood pressure and pulse should be so low while I was so dizzy. Turns out it's the same old stuff, only what goes up, must come down.
I haven't felt that well since the beginning of the year. But I have had glimpses. Like a week or so ago, I slept 7 hrs straight. That was awesome. I have been getting a little more house work done with less fatigue. Awesome. And then crash! I lay around a week. You would think being 50, I would figure it out, that for the last almost 20 years I have gone like this, only now it is more pronounced. I got smart and hired someone to clean my piano room and hall (the dogs are very messy). It seemed kind of silly when I was going strong and then I hit this past week and I was thankful I didn't have to think about it and had someone coming in.
As I picked the other day, I thought about the ups and downs of recent months. How the ups were so painful (well, when you're talking estrogen it is) and how the downs are like riding a rollercoster. I picked and thought about this and I thought, wouldn't it be nice if things were just more even - like straight line? As I thought that, I got a picture in my head of a heart monitor showing a flat line. Dead. I got it right away. Flat line wouldn't be good. It changed my whole perspective and my attitude improved immensely!
What goes up, must come down, but it's better than flat line!