We do not labor for this fruit.  The tree, scraggly and unlovely, was here when we moved in.  We pruned it once.   Every year, it showers us in gold – more pears than we can eat or put up.  For me, noticing where I receive without laboring,  where things fall into my lap, what I am given without effort every day is important.  Sun, fresh air, gorgeous views, breath, love, the canopy of sky.  We (you and I) could go on and on.

Too often I think mistakenly, that I have to work hard for it, that I have to push and drive and labor.  Not so says the pear tree.  I do not labor.  I receive the sun, the nourishment of the earth, the rains and effortlessly my fruits come. 

Joyful, effortless ripening – producing without striving?  Could I attract that?  And you?