As I mentioned in my last post, my life has hit some big bumps lately. It’s made me understand much better what my limits are and who in my life is worth trusting in a crisis. While I have lost my connection with a person I thought would always be there for me, I know that I don’t need him, and once the grief passes, I will be much better off. In the past weeks I have grown so much closer with those who do value me and have gained a deeper appreciating for abiding friendships and my family of choice. My family is who I choose it to be and I don’t need anyone in it who doesn’t respect me for who I am.
I’m taking a lot of deep breaths and have gone on Sunday hikes for the past two weekends with someone who is one of my best friends. Her family has given me a place to stay while I find my feet and I am grateful to them beyond measure. Hikes let me work off a lot of anxious energy and being outdoors reminds me that I am of the earth, grounded and strong.
On our most recent hike, we noticed that the huckleberry bushes are fruiting profusely and were kicking ourselves about having neglected to bring some sort of container. My hat was the best we could do so we picked until it was full, and I brought home about a pint of absolutely beautiful black huckleberries. I’m hoping to go back up to my foraging spot to pick more some time soon so I can make a small batch of jam.
Would it be sacrilegious to mix them with blueberries?