Pickle anyone?
There’s something strangely exciting about Vlasic Zesty Dill Pickles. The best part about eating them is that is doesn’t matter when it’s done: whether it’s sunny or cold or rainy like tonight, I always like pickles. There’s something refreshing in the crunch despite the fact they’re anything but fresh.
Did you know that anything can be pickled? Fruits, vegetables, meat or fowl? I’m not sure that I contend with the later but regardless pickling has been done to virtually every type of food dating back to 1400 AD; cucumbers have been pickled as far back as 2030 BC. In all, pickling has been recited in practice for nearly 5000 years without fail. Now, get that! So if pickling can be enjoyed by some of the Greats – Napolean Bonaparte or Julius Caesar, don’t you think you should begin pickling?
I’ll be honest with what I enjoy about pickles; it’s the deliberation and concentration that goes into their making. It’s the ingredients that are selected, combined, and kept for a while then later appreciated for what it’s become. Perhaps it’s the path on I’m on lately, a lesson I’m learning, but I think that the act of pickling is much like act of brotherly or agape love but may become anything version of it. It’s the practice of taking the time to savor something so that it may be enjoyed and even shared at a later time.
Another progressive perspective on pickles is that they. like the caterpillar, transform as they cure, becoming something much different – perhaps not to the eye but to the consumer.
Imagine for a moment the benefit to pickling in our lives. What if for a week – which is much shorter than the time it requires for something to pickle – we put our consumption on hold. We quit searching for New. We ceased throwing out what we thought was old or unwanted; we made inventory of the things we held and pickled them. What things am I talking about? Let’s take people into our pickling jar. Imagine the people whom you’ve welcomed into your life during the last month; consider the people whom you tolerated for the last month. Do you ever wonder why you’ve meshed lives? even if for a few moments. Now, imagine if you hold tight to these peoples, these marginal acquaintances. This doesn’t mean that you need to become soul mates with each ones, but savor the moments and the time you and he or you and she brewed together in the past.
I truly believe that everything happens for a reason and that each moment is opportunity to reincarnate into a better person and draw closer to what it is we are to become. I think that even the most trying of times and most frustrating of persons in our lives are not there for do us wrong but to challenge us to make then into a delicacy and a divine favor in our life. Imagine our lives as a pickle: everything that enters the vinegar of our life adds to what we become, which means we ought to select our seasonings well and make most of what we are given and what we’ve chosen. So whether you’re holding onto a beat, cucumber or old fruit, seize the moment, and pickle it. Don’t let a gift in your life rot, but grasp it at the moment’s best and its purposed placement in your life and pickle it for later, because sometimes after a moment has passed, it’s then we begin to savor what we were given or spared as a result of it.
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