With my bowlful of raspberries, I thought how lucky I am and how I wished everyone could enjoy the bounties of a garden. Wanting everyone else to experience my joy, connected me to what passion really is. When you love something so much, you have a moment when you wish everyone else could do it, have it, work it. This is your passion.
Much to one's disappointment, if loved ones or friends don't share one's passions, there are plenty of others who do. Finding them will bring joy and friendship.
Ahhhh, but when those loved ones do share a passion or even a glimpse of our passion, how joyful it is.
The girls were in charge of the garden for a whole month. I came home to a lot of weeds and fresh raspberry jam the neighbor had made because she couldn't stand watching the birds eat all the beautiful raspberries. Obviously, the garden was a chore and not a passion. But "One morning," Jillian told me, "I was out picking berries and they were so good, I was just plopping them in my mouth and enjoying the moment." It was fleeting and only one moment, but knowing Jillian had the same joy brought intense satisfaction.
Now, if you will indulge me, let me try to convince you to keep a garden:
Hunkered down in the raspberry patch
The extra delicious jam from fresh berries
Fresh basil always at my fingertips