The darker the berry.....

The darker the berry.....the sweeter the juice. An old saying that is oh so true. A fresh, ripe blackberry with plump druplets is simple, delightful and delicious.
Waking early to a beautiful day, I dressed to go berry picking. To my surprise, my husband joined me. It's not usually something he takes part in, but he knows it is something I look forward to every year. Feeling so close to nature, hearing the birds, feeling the cool grass under foot....being present....and aware of nature's bounty. Walking quietly and contentedly together toward the carpet of purple, I notice the heat on my skin, the air enters my lungs and seems to go deeper with the warmth, the breeze in my hair whistles past my ears feeling like a gentle nuzzle. It is a gift, that is there for anyone willing to take it. I think to myself, the wind doesn't care if my skin is aging, the sun doesn't mind that my figure isn't what it used to be, the blooming flowers have no preference as to who is enjoying their scent or beauty, I am a tourist in a wonderland, and I feel thankful to be here.
Once home, I take stock of our lives, and our time. Realizing how much of our days are taken up with extras. Problem is, what I become aware of that needs to change, is not what my children see. Too much time on the computer, the i-touch, the cell phones, the television, video games, etc. So what was a sense of peace and harmony.....has now turned into a highly charged emotional arena. Taking my stand as a mother (which ain't easy!), and putting limits on gadget use, plus hiding a certain video game that....without pointing fingers....the other "parental unit" chose to bring into our home, and insisting (sometimes it comes to that) that every man, woman and child will spend quality time together as a family.
Low and behold, everyone "unplugged" and spent a fun and involved afternoon together....full of silliness and laughter.
So, while there may be a few battles ahead over everything electronic, I have no doubt that mama will win the war.