on fruit and being time

i was supposed to be blogging about art, the creative process, my inspiration. 

perhaps a lovely tutorial, for a snowed in thursday.  

instead i made a fruit salad.  and felt compelled to share the life-altering experience. 

to be fair, i don't believe anybody ever broke open a pomegranate and not been enlightened to the secrets of the universe in the process.

do try this deceptively simple fruit salad at home.

pomegranate.  grapefruit.  banana. 

it will take at least half an hour to prepare.  bloodbath kitchen in the aftermath.  and yet you will have no regrets.  health and deliciousness have rarely met quite as elegantly on your plate before.  it may even erase some of past year's regrets.

but i digress.  this whole thing got me thinking about seasons.  remember i had time on my hands and fruit on my mind.

no fruit tree is expected to bear fruit out of season.  yet we people are expected to do, make, produce, accomplish 'round the clock.  perhaps we should take a clue from the way nature runs it course.

a cherry tree doesn't feel guilty for not making cherries in february. 

perhaps there is a time to bare all.  to let go of all that showed the world who you are.  and to do it with a flamboyant show of color, while you're at it.

a time to feel the storm rather than fight it.

a time to be nourished rather than nourish.

a glorious time to burst with the exuberance of being alive.

indeed, there are few things quite as glorious as a cherry tree in april. 

so slurp up that juice and relish the season you find yourself in.