As much as I think about and practice sufficiency, rarely do I stumble upon it and allow the recognition to flourish before my eyes. Maybe because I am so literal-brained, so needing of evidence that Yes! Sufficiency is the truth. There is enough already for everyone to live comfortably. There has been now for 40 years. The earth does provide. The technology does exist. We are capable of such levels of consciousness and love. This laden berry bush does not need special food and watering and attention. We do not need to toil, to horde, to manipulate, to compete and to fight for our survival. Not anymore. We can rest in the social fabric right next door, rest into the bounty all around us, simply do the next Right Thing to support the web of this sufficient life. Eden does exist. Over the wall and in my backyard and inside my mind and all around. Today, this is my understanding of sufficiency.
My neighbor didn’t ask us to water her garden or flower pots while she was away, but I love the oranges she used out front this year, I couldn’t help myself but walk over while I souped up my own. Apparently she told my husband that we should pick whatever wine berries were ripe, lest they go to waste. They would be gone longer than their usual trip.
Sure enough when I headed over with the watering can and a happy three year old, the wine berry bush had grown heavy with fruit. We went right for the bush. I felt immediately overwhelmed. Laden is the right word. Layers upon layers, leaves hiding yet another cluster of tender, juicy, deep red raspberry-like deliciousness. Maxine was in heaven: “Mom, you put yours in the bowl and I’ll eat mine.” “Ok,” I said. I don’t even love berries with little seeds, but these are so compelling, just the texture alone. I kept yelling over the fence to Jon, “Are you sure she said to take these? Are you sure?” It was a gift of too muchness. I felt so grateful. I felt so worried.
I felt overwhelmed just to relieve the thorny vines of their weight, to do good by my neighbor, not to waste what they had pruned. See, this bush was here when they bought the house. It is a wild berry bush. A sister of sorts to the raspberry. You see them growing at the edge of the park across our street or along the path to Maxine’s school. They fall to the ground and stain the bottom of the sneakers. I never thought to take one off the tree, to eat something I hadn’t sowed myself or was vetted by the grocer. This bush was a gift from the earth. No one we knew planted it, and it just gave and gave. More berries than anyone could eat by the themselves.
With this dawning understanding, I settled into a rhythm of search and find, of pinching the berry from its little plug with just the right tension, of relaxing into the beauty that was growing all around me. This bush sits at the bottom of a wall we share with our neighbors. Our own yard is quite lush with edibles and color and beauty, and as I kept my face close to my work, I felt struck by the perfection that is life. In my little urban corner of the world, humble by modern American standards, what amazing bounty was growing, always growing. As I worked to unload the plant of its fruit I imagined being a bear or a deer, and what delight it must be to come along to a berry bush in the forest. How you could spend all day enjoying the sweetness and resting easy that evening with the satisfied feeling of a full belly.
As much as I think about and practice sufficiency, rarely do I stumble upon it and allow the recognition to flourish before my eyes. Maybe because I am so literal-brained, so needing of evidence that Yes! Sufficiency is the truth. There is enough already for everyone to live comfortably. There has been now for 40 years. The earth does provide. The technology does exist. We are capable of such levels of consciousness and love. This laden berry bush does not need special food and watering and attention. We do not need to toil, to horde, to manipulate, to compete and to fight for our survival. Not anymore. We can rest in the social fabric right next door, rest into the bounty all around us, simply do the next Right Thing to support the web of this sufficient life. Eden does exist. Over the wall and in my backyard and inside my mind and all around. Today, this is my understanding of sufficiency.