"Van Gogh found nerve to call this world 'a study that didn't come off,' but I'm not so sure. . .Take a deep breath Elijah: light your pile. Van Gogh is utterly dead; the world may be fixed, but it was never broken." Dillard, Annie. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. (New York: HarperCollins, 1974) 70.
The sugar snap peas needed to be picked. A good thing for me: pea-picking has its own time. You can't hurry pea-picking because you might miss several tasty green treasures.
So it was this morning. I might have missed the pleasure of burying my head the small forest of peas (and dill) because I was too caught up in the endless circle of frustration that was going on inside my head. Thankfully, narrowing my perspective to these two rows of vines and pods helped me get out of the "fixed" world of predictable disappointments and pettiness, to enter the world of God's abundance which, as Dillard reminds me, was never broken.
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