There is a man walking a hard and narrow high mountain path.  Below him all sorts of horrors await should he make one false step …tiny flies sting his eyes so desperately he’s tempted to close them and avoid even trying to continue his journey.

The lofty goals he set for himself are now lost in clouds so thick he cannot remember what they are.  Why is he even here?  What’s the point of one foot in front of the other, and by the way, his feet are hurting.  He’s thinking, “I’m too old for this.  I’m too fat for this.  I think I’m getting a headache which could mean another virus is about to ruin my week.”

He slips.  Suddenly, he drops off the side of the mountain. On the way down,  his hands grasping as he slides, his fingers close around a branch.  Not a strong branch.  Not a branch that will last forever, but a branch for NOW.

As he hangs there…. he sees just in front of his face a wild strawberry bush with one strawberry on it.  Only one, but it is a perfect strawberry. He picks it, enjoys the rich red color, then takes a bite.  Not looking down, not search the mountaintop for rescue, he pops the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.  His whole attention is on the wonder of that strawberry. 

This is you.   That is me.  Now.