I’ve never seen a fig on the tree like this before. The fruit has burst open to reveal all the wonderful juicy flesh. I’ve picked figs straight from the tree many times, and opened them up with a knife, or just my fingers, but I’ve never seen one open itself up like this.
It’s like an exuberance, as if the tree couldn’t hold itself back. It poured its energies and its life force into producing these succulent, delicious fruits and couldn’t wait another second to show them to the world.
Look! See what I’ve made!
And there’s something else I see here beside this enthusiasm to be the best fig tree it can be….there’s a generosity of spirit.
The tree doesn’t hide its fruit. It declares it, and says, come, taste, share my delight.
It’s inspiring don’t you think….it inspires us to flourish and to give, to create and to share.