Strawberries, a Meditation

Photo credit: Liz West
Photo credit: Liz West

The following poetic musings by Alison Luterman come from Bread, Body, Spirit: Finding the Sacred in Food (edited with commentary by Alice Peck; quoted here with permission of Alison Luterman):

Strawberries are too delicate to be picked by machine. The perfectly ripe ones even bruise at too heavy a human touch. It hit her then that every strawberry she had ever eaten — every piece of fruit — had been picked by calloused human hands. Every piece of toast with jelly represented someone’s knees, someone’s aching back and hips, someone with a bandanna on her wrist to wipe away the sweat. Why has no one told her about this before?

Photo credit: Patrick Powers
Migrant Workers Picking Strawberries (Photo credit: Patrick Powers)
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