Lesson from a Vineyard: Ripening of the Spirit

My mom called the other day to tell me about the grapes that have been growing in their garden. She asked me about the differing ripeness of the clusters since some berries were sweet and others were tart.

“The green ones are astringent, you could clean a house with them.” she said.

“That’s because they haven’t completed veraison.” I replied using my knowledge of grapes from my previous career in the wine industry.

Veraison is the process when grapes become sweet. As they hang on the vine in the sun, they ripen from hard, green berries to plump, sweet fruit ready for eating or making wine. It’s actually one of the most beautiful parts of the vine’s lifecycle because the clusters are variant in color. I always loved this time of year in the vineyards, witnessing the stages of ripening.

Just as grapes take time to ripen on their own schedule, we too, ripen and mature unevenly.

For the past 2 weeks, my husband has been sick. At first we thought it was just a cold, but it turned out to be COVID. He is very healthy so we thought it would pass, but his condition continued to worsen including a trip to the Emergency Room.

I struggled with exhaustion and fear for his health. I also struggled with anger and resentment. Ashamed of this realization, I sought support from those closest to me.

What felt like a struggle soon revealed itself as a gift. The situation provided a spotlight on some things I needed to work on, places where I was still astringent and unpalatable, like an unripe grape. I noticed the uneven ripening and instead of berating myself, I softened and accepted the veraison in my own soul.

Noticing a pattern of anger and resentment felt embarrassing, especially as my husband struggled. I was ashamed that my weakness was showing up and apologized for letting my insecurities and immaturity get the best of me. Embracing this truth, I did the work to come back to the truth and grow from there.

One of the things my husband and I remind each other of often is “everything we need is provided in perfect timing.” There is evidence of this truth throughout our lives and marriage. When we feel like things aren’t working out, we can search for the evidence of grace, provision and abundance. In these moments, our anxieties calm and we become closer.

The night in the ER, showed me an even greater capacity of love for my husband. I had never had to fear for his health until that moment. It also showed me a greater resiliency within. In the moments when I wanted to break down and cry, something in me clicked and I was able to muster the strength needed for both of us.

There are so many times, when I have needed his strength in the midst of storms. Last year, he was my steady oak as I mourned the loss of fertility. As I learned to let go, he stood firm in his love and support, giving me the love that I so desparatly needed.

Now it was my time to show up and be rooted. And in those moments, another part of me softened in strength.

I think it’s easy to go towards judgement and anger in hard times because the energy matches the trial. The real strength training comes from finding the silver lining while also being authentic and realistic. Yes, it was scary and at times felt like a nightmare watching Nate suffer from COVID. And yet, I pulled some serious spiritual weeds through this process and fell more deeply in love with him.

Through this trial, my faith in the Universe and my relationships with family strengthened. I found a new found appreciation for my family and for science (thank goodness I was vaccinated!) I was also reminded of the power of grace and giving this gift to myself daily.

As we “ripen” impatience can rise up, especially when we recognize other areas where we have “matured”. And yet, there is beauty in the uneven growth and imperfection. This is where depth and appreciation is found. If our souls learned everything at once, what would we look forward to? How would life create awe and resilience over time?

In the anxious moments of transformation, I reminded myself that there was a purpose in the struggle. This is a truth I hold very close to my heart as I learned this through past struggles. Even though the purpose may not reveal itself immediately, there is evidence that can be pointed to in the future, when needed.

As I thought about my mom’s comment of the green grapes being astringent I remembered telling her to wait to harvest the cluster until they are all ripe and purple. And then I realized I was also speaking to myself.

I love how simple conversations can turn out to be exactly what is needed.

Embracing Ambiguity: The Beauty of the Unknown

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Ambiguity is like a fog where you can see the outlines of things, but nothing is really clear. When life is vague and answers are desired more than anything, it can lead to anxiety, restlessness and at times depression. Not knowing the outcome or direction is such a common theme; everyone has felt the anxious grip of ambiguity at least once.

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to write a book. Writing has been in my life since I was a child. I would write stories, journal and read as many books as I could get my hands on, hoping one day to have one of my own.

When I quit my job in 2014, my goal was to travel the world and write. I wanted to write a book and try to figure out how to get it published in my free time. I wrote and wrote and wrote. I even had a coach put me on a writing schedule. When I felt like the book was complete, I started the process of finding a literary agent.

I created a book proposal with my writing ready to be submitted. I sent letters out to several prospective agents and waited and waited. It was painful to be so vulnerable with something that I had been dreaming about for 25 years. I knew that in order to make it happen, I had to put myself out there.

Then, the rejections started pouring in. The first one made me cry and I was used to them once the fourth one came in. One agent asked for my first 50 pages. “YES! That’s hopeful!” I thought and called my close friends to share and calm my nerves. I sent out the work and waited some more.

Eight weeks later, I received my final rejection. It hurt. I needed to take a break and revisit the book in a few months. I decided to solely focus on my business and let the book wait for its birthday.

In January, I set an intention to let go of my expectation of getting published. I was tired of receiving rejections and noticed that it started affecting my passion for writing. I thought that taking time off would bring clarity. Three weeks later, I received an email that rocked my world — an offer to write a book.

I let go and the universe delivered my dream in a way I would have never expected.

The email was from a publisher who had stumbled upon my website. It was unbelievable the way it all happened but the universe is mysterious, magical and amazing. It all made sense and the day I accepted the offer, I sobbed giant tears with gulps for breath. It was emotional, messy and very joyful.

There was a release that set in when everything came together. Grace kicked in and offered relief to the waiting and wondering. In that moment, gratitude overflowed and a feeling of astonishment enveloped me.

If I would have known this back when I started this process, the gratitude would not have been as great and the relief would not have felt as powerful. The anticipation was part of the joy. The ambiguity set the stage for amazement and wonder. In that moment, I realized the beauty of the unknown.

*stay tuned for more information on this book project later this year