This morning, when I pulled in close to inhale deeply the smell of my breakfast banana, I was transported to a vision of the ocean shimmering with light and lapping on the shore next to a grove of banana trees.
While chewing its soft fruit with my eyes closed – so as to more fully appreciate and connect with it – I pictured farmers, transporters, shipping containers, and store stockers. All those who spent many a hard day’s worth of work in making it possible for this banana to appear, as if by magic and mystery, in front of me.
We need to start small in order to work big. If I am unable to truly appreciate the banana I eat each morning, how can I possibly set to the task of being deeply grateful for this one precious life?