The Lesson of an Orange

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As I was walking on my path today I kicked an orange that had fallen from the tree. A light bulb went off when I realized I had done this way too many times. Somehow I had judged our oranges on our property as bitter and sour and not worth eating.

I had a bite out of one once and that was my experience. I bent down, picked it up and examined it.  It was true;  it was asymmetrical, smallish, the skin was rather soft with spots and it certainly didn’t look very appetizing.  And then I had a conversation with myself that went something like this: “This comes from my tree on my land that I grew and I’ve been poo pooing these oranges all of this time. I have judged it as being bad since that one bite even though I have been painstakingly feeding and watering it.  I still keep the bitterness in my mouth unwilling to open to new possibilities. How many other things do I do this with?  It is here to nourish me and is loaded with vitamins. This is food and some people don’t have food readily available. I am hungry this moment and I am turning my nose up and judging this piece of fruit that so graciously showed up for me , the same way I turn away from what’s good for me sometimes because of a past memory”.

Really?

Talk about judging a book by its cover.
And what’s worse, I go and buy these at the store often because I think mine aren’t good enough.

I sat down and peeled the orange and juice ran down my fingers. I put it in my mouth and it was so sweet and delicious, I was surprised.  As I thanked this delectable fruit, I was thankful for the sunshine, water, the people who planted this plant before I got here, the critters of the earth that mulch the soil, the birds and bees that pollinate it, and I thanked it for showing me all of the places that I think I’m not good enough like I thought this orange wasn’t good enough.  The time I think other people know better than me, that I think I am flawed, or they are, that I gained 2 lbs, that I have 3 new wrinkles on my face, that I wasn’t as tolerant with someone when I could have been.  Well, how can I be when I kick an orange out of my path that I don’t think is “good enough” or think I don’t measure up.

As I allowed the sweetness of the orange juice to drip down my throat I was grateful and become one with the fruit and forgave myself for taking it for granite and being so hard on myself and others.  I remembered it is my job to see things fresh with new eyes everyday, grow, forgive myself and others so I’m might have more sweetness in life.

Who would have guessed the lesson of the day would be received by the wisdom of an orange and to think I may have kicked that down the hill and missed the nectar and gift it had to offer.

I only have 5 pears on my tree but I’m going to go check them right now.
Who knows what they have to teach me.

Here’s to a juicy wonderful day!

Love and Blessings, 

❤️🙏🏼

Cindy

 

 

6 thoughts on “The Lesson of an Orange

  1. Your story of the orange is very meaningful. It reminds me not to treat myself at times like I’m a mottled, speckled, ugly orange! Not a coincidence that you and the orange crossed paths; it gave you a gift and now you’ve given us one. Thank you!

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