I ate the first strawberry of the season today. Such sweetness. May I bring such sweetness to all the sore, achy places in myself and in the world.
And, as the juice dripped down my chin, my inner voice arose, “Take, eat, this is my body.” Sweetness as sacrament. Sweetness as that which nourishes all, generously, without end. Sweetness that calls me home to this body, this moment.
