Time to see the forest not just for the trees…

Blueberry picking.  I didn’t want to go. Completely out of sorts. Dragged my feet like my 8-year-old self when told to come into the house on a Sunday evening so as to get ready for school the next morning. I never wanted to stop playing. Still don’t. 

A recent early Saturday morning the sky was white with humidity. A few cars randomly parked along the road illustrated our blueberry farm destination. A few other visitors dotted the field wearing the symbol of our times. The grass wet with summer morning dew leaving me ill prepared wearing running shoes instead of wellies. Rooky mistake. Pouting.

Where do we start? Examining the uninspiring blueberry bushes just after 7 a.m. I started thinking that the white pail, we brought appeared to be an extremely optimistic gesture. The hopeful harvest my husband imagined was not evident to me. Plenty of pink berries in fact that is all my sleep deprived eyes could envision. After what seemed like hours, I had barely filled my little green molded pint-sized box. thinking I was done I was dismayed to learn that we had apparently only just begun. Seemed impossible. Everything seems impossible right now. Nothing is easy. For someone who always thrills on imagining the possibilities I was out.  Nothing. Nada.

What was the problem? What was my problem? I adore being outdoors early in the morning especially on a fleeting summer morning in the beautiful state of Vermont.  Realizing the weight of the world was firmly placed on my shoulders preventing me from doing much else but focus on the deep and all-encompassing worry that I was wearing like a shroud. A shift in perspective and perception needed to mentally happen. Relaxing into the quiet and the landscape around me I began to shift my perception and began to see more ripened fruit.  I simply wasn’t looking. I wasn’t truly seeing. Emerging from my stupor to the sound of birds in flight and bees at work I soon let the bigger world melt away while focusing on the simple task at hand. Bliss 

Imagine what a shift in perspective and perception would do for America right now?  Changing the face covering perspective from a political statement to a lifesaving effort?  I hear you my fellow Americans, but I don’t understand as a historic pandemic and public health crisis has zero to do with personal rights. We must be very careful not to let our carefully crafted perceptions and perspective be the final nail in America’s coffin. Science is truth. 

Time to see the forest for the trees. We can stay down in the weeds about mask wearing while we watch more and more Americans perish from COVID. Me? You?  Who wants to be next? 

We simply can’t let that happen…

It is not hard to do the right thing…

Right now, before it is too late…

It should not be so hard to care about one another…

We must continue to go forward as one people, as brothers and sisters.”  John Lewis

Author: Elizabeth Ricketson

A graduate of Providence College with a BA in English, Elizabeth Ricketson has always had a love of literature and the fine arts. Elizabeth’s essays focus on life experiences and life in Vermont.

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