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To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose under the sun.
a time to be born and a time to die;
a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal …
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance …
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to lose and a time to seek;
a time to rend and a time to sew;
a time to keep silent and a time to speak;
a time to love and a time to hate;
a time for war and a time for peace.

ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I am readying for harvest. I feel the flush of pink on my skin, the fullness of my potential sweetening inside of me ready to pour out into the Universe, ready to be tasted and shared. I want to be plucked gently from the tree and treated with care. I do not want to wait too long, fall to the ground and get bruised. I trust in Divine timing. I trust that my fruit will be well-received.
May each of us grow mindfully, ripen in our own time and know when the time is right to harvest.

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