Drink What's Offered

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

Most of us live in three seasons at once: regretting the last one, resisting this one, planning the next. Thoreau asks something simpler. Not better. Simpler. Taste the actual fruit on your tongue now, not the idea of fruit. Notice what the air is doing today, its particular temperature and weight. There is no practice of presence without the body's specific report.