Apples

Photo by A. Rausch

Yes it is not apple season, but I’ve been thinking about apples. Years ago one short story from Anthony De Mello stuck with me. It was titled, “Eat Your Own Fruit,” in the book, The Song of the Bird. What I remember is that no one can find my meaning. My experience is my experience, with the invitation to trust myself. But as this story revisited me, I’m wondering if the invitation is to ask myself, ‘am I living other’s experience, views, temperaments or my own?’ Where is my voice? I like the Bible story of Bartimaeus. Jesus asks him the very simple question, “What do you want from me?” Such a simple question and when I ask myself I usually answer on behalf of my kids or partner or what the world needs. But the real question is what do I want? To eat my own fruit. What do you want?