Strawberry Story

It's Friday!!!  TGIF!

Art by family friend Ginny McComb.

To celebrate Fridays I'll be posting one of mom's treasures each week, a strawberry story.  She collected them across different cultures, different religions.  The stories are reminders to live in the present.  As mom's old screen saver used to say: Present Moment, Precious Moment.



"THE STRAWBERRY STORY...A Sufi tale" (as told to Janet Trever in 1969)

Once upon a time a man was walking through the woods and a bear began chasing him.  He ran with all this might, crashing through fallen trees and brambles, but the bear was gaining on him.  He had the misfortune to fall over the edge of a streep precipice; he fell down several times his own height, then stopped and was suspended on a prevarious ledge that immediately began crumbling.

He looked up and saw the hungry bear growling and pawing the ground above him wishing for his next meal.  He looked below him and saw a seemingly bottomless deep chasm that spelled certain death.

Then he looked in fron of him at the crumbling ledge and a cluster of wild vines his ahnds were clinging to.  He focused his attention on the vines and saw a big, red, luscious strawberry right before his eyes.  He picked the strawberry and ate it, savoring it fully.

The last thing he said was, "BEST I EVER TASTED."