I've long wanted to go cherry-picking here in the Bay area, and finally, this past weekend, I was able to go with a small group of friends. We had a blast, despite the sky-rocketing temperatures, gathering pounds and pounds of fruit and enjoying the sweet, juicy cherries in the shade of the trees. And these trees, as I think about it, have been marking out the twists and turns that my life has taken in the past season.
Not quite three months ago, I drove past these cherry trees in breathtaking bloom on my way up from Santa Barbara. I was on a trip, an exploratory trip to the Bay Area, doing some legwork and networking to launch my job search into high gear. Driving through Gilroy, I was stunned by the drifts of pink and white blooms alongside the freeway. As many times as I'd made the trip along the 101 when I was an undergrad at Stanford, I don't think I ever caught the cherry orchards at the right time of year to see the gorgeous display. The beauty of it all this past March made my heart sing and filled me with hope that that particular trip would be a success.
It was not--at least, not as far as I could tell. Returning south a week later, I was feeling discouraged. Discouraged not only because it seemed like all my leads had fizzled out, but also because I felt there was no possible way I could find a job that would bring together all the disparate bits and pieces of me and my dreams in a unified whole. After a week of conversations and job hunting, I was uncertain what I should do next and whether I even had the emotional energy to keep pouring myself into the search for a job that I didn't think could exist.
About a month later, I drove through Gilroy again, this time on my way to San Francisco for an interview. My sister's encouragement to keep looking and a serendipitous internet search had led me to a job posting for a position that was such a perfect fit for me, it seemed too good to be true. A position that would require international cultural fluency. That would require my science and education background. That would give me an opportunity to share with medical staff around the world about a revolutionary, hope-giving cancer therapy that is just starting to get noticed in oncology circles. That would make a beautiful difference in people's lives. In Gilroy, the cherry blooms were gone, but little fresh green leaves were just budding out. We Germans would say that "die Bäume schlagen aus." Hope was springing up again!
The interview went well, but I entered into a time of limbo, not knowing what would happen next, whether I would be chosen as the candidate. A few weeks and a second interview later, the word was in: I had been offered the job! And on my last drive up from Santa Barbara to officially take up the new job responsibilities, the trees were loaded with ripe, plump, and beautifully red fruit. Indeed, mirroring nature, my own search for a job had reached fruition.
Yes indeed, the harvest is being pulled in, and my heart wells over with gratitude.
Simply delicious, simply healthy:
Fage 0% Total Greek yogurt with freshly-picked cherries