Last night I bit into a bright red cherry. The flesh was so full and sweet, it took my tongue ages to find the pit. Life is like that sometimes, and yet, the cherry grows around a pit, like a pearl grows around a foreign intrusion in an oyster shell.

I feel a bit discombobulated this morning as though so many riches have come my way I need to just sit and absorb. Am I the pit or the fruit growing around the pit? Of course I am both, and knowing that, I attach wings to my day and fly, nest, rest.