{"id":509,"date":"2012-06-26T19:12:30","date_gmt":"2012-06-27T00:12:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.autumncalvert.com\/?p=509"},"modified":"2012-06-26T19:12:30","modified_gmt":"2012-06-27T00:12:30","slug":"the-blueberry-bush","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.autumncalvert.com\/home\/the-blueberry-bush\/","title":{"rendered":"The Blueberry Bush"},"content":{"rendered":"

Since childhood, I have always gravitated to movies with a wholesome flavor. \u00a0One of my all time favorites is “Anne of Green Gables” by Kevin Sullivan. \u00a0This movie in particular made me want to dive right into the scene and experience the sites and smells of the locations. \u00a0You could almost smell the fresh air, feel the cool breeze, taste the yummy pies, and feel yourself surrounded by indescribable beauty. \u00a0And, since my childhood, I have desired to be in that place: \u00a0searching for the place that creates a state of mind of utter and complete peace. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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It wasn’t until I was at my mom’s house one year that I did. \u00a0It was the winter after Asher was born, and we were there visiting for the week. \u00a0The day before we were to leave, a giant snow storm covered the earth with several inches of snow. \u00a0The next morning, mom asked if I wanted to go on a walk with her. \u00a0I suited up in my flannel pajama pants, some tennis shoes,a coat, and some gloves and headed out the door to wonderland. \u00a0We had walked for a bit when she asked if I wanted to tackle the walking trail with her. \u00a0Hesitantly, I agreed (I am not known for my cat-like reflexes or balance). \u00a0As we entered the trailhead, she turned to me and said, “Now THIS is wholesome living!”. \u00a0I was there. \u00a0That peaceful place. \u00a0Totally engulfed in the surroundings and the moment. \u00a0Smelling the freshly littered ground of snow, feeling the prickly cold on my cheeks, hearing…well…nothing but the ice crunching under my feet. \u00a0Complete peace. \u00a0“This,” I thought, “is the way to live. \u00a0Completely present in the moment, and enjoying it all”.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Although I have tried to remember to stay in the present and enjoy it for what it is so many times, it never fails that something is ever pressing on my mind. \u00a0It generally has to do with the future. \u00a0What is on the schedule for tomorrow? \u00a0How am I going to pay this bill? \u00a0What have I not done that needs to get done?<\/span><\/p>\n

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It wasn’t until last week I found that place again. \u00a0My “Anne of Green Gables” place of peace. \u00a0Asher, my son, and I had taken a whole week to go to my Dad’s farm for a visit. \u00a0He told me that the blueberry bush in the yard was “covered up” in blueberries. \u00a0So, at dusk, me and my handy dandy bowl charged out into the yard for some fresh off the bush berries. \u00a0After scanning the area for snakes, I began the labor of picking blueberries. \u00a0For each blueberry that I put into the bucket, I ate at least 3. \u00a0The birds were chirping, the wind was blowing ever so slightly, and it was so hot I was sweating in places I forgot could sweat. \u00a0I was completely there. \u00a0Not concerned a bit with anything else but blueberries. \u00a0It was then I knew: \u00a0I am completely present, and I do not know if I have ever felt so alive. \u00a0There was no T.V., no cell phone, no computer, no camera, no person, nothing but the bugs, the birds, the sun, the earth, the site of green oak trees casting shadows over the green grass of home, and me and the blueberry bush. \u00a0Oh…and the bittersweet flavor of freshly picked blueberries overwhelming my tastebuds. \u00a0This was my place of indescribable beauty.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Since this encounter with peace, I have come to realize that this place is readily available to me at anytime. \u00a0 I just have to make a conscience effort to make the world stop and focus on the moment. \u00a0Focus on everything around me at that moment. \u00a0I must constantly remind myself that peace and beauty are flying past me at every turn. \u00a0I don’t have to go searching for something that is already there. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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So, now, I am going outside with my son and my husband to stop and soak in my very own rendition of “Anne of Green Gables”. \u00a0However, this one is better because it is real…and its mine.<\/span><\/p>\n

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