Fruit and flower

The avocado trees are flowering - even as they are fruiting - a trait I notice in alot of fruiting trees here. I suppose this is a good plan - sowing new seed even while the harvest is upon you. It is the continuous cycle of birth and fruiting, death and renewal. The fruit trees here know it deeply - I take ripe guava off the tree and am surprised to see flowers with bees on the same tree. Its just the same with humans - but the fruit and flowering are not so obvious. Parts of us are fair fruiting - giving their gift in season - while another part of us is barely yet a thing - in it’s tender, vulnerable stage - needing a flying insect to pollinate us and bring this branch of us to fruit.

It seems a strange musing for a Sunday morning - as the full moon harvests what for me seems a long season of grief. What is the harvest of grief? It is a deep knowing of parts of myself I never knew - a longer comfort with my wounds - a befriending of the soft, hurt places - and while these don’t seem like the bounty of the mandarin, guava, lime and avocado trees here - grief has a deep gift to give - it is indeed a stage in the Wild Man’s journey that cannot be skipped - it will become a golden thread for us all.