Pomegranates ... the Fruit of Life?

Have you ever seen a more beautiful fruit in your life?  The Pomegranate has been a symbol of female-ness and womanhood since Biblical days (and probably even before then).  The beautifully colored fruit, so perfect and whole hides a secret of hundreds of tiny seeds rich and fulfilling to taste. 

I had never had one before.  The grocery store had them on sale this week, and in my quest to discover the reason behind the mystery of being a woman, I figured ... What the heck?  Maybe by partaking in this beautiful likeness, I will find some solace.  Maybe it's the hype, but this is the most delicious and wonderful fruit I've ever tasted.  I find myself taking a spoonful of seeds and closing my eyes while the juice is released from every tiny capsule individually.  The flood is divine.  The earthy crunch that follows (because yes I eat them, seed and all) makes me feel like I am consuming my missing link to the physical world. 

Maybe I'm desperate ... Or maybe I'm crazy... but I'm determined to get back to what the women of old had in their connection to the earth, the moon.  I am hungrily seeking that answer to what my body lacks.  This marvelous fruit makes me feel full, satisfied, and female.  Publicly, I would never reveal by strange fascination with this scarlet beauty, but here (where it's just you and me) I feel safe in confiding my new love.  :)

Women who work together ... feel together

Of late, it seems that I've been noticing a strange pattern among the women that I spend so much time with during the week.  These women are 5 of the kindest, most beautiful and considerate women I've ever met in my life.  We all have become extremely close since beginning our work together in January.  The last 11 months have probably been some of the most enjoyable, happiest months I've had in a very long time.  Coming in to work to see these ladies each day is a blessing and an honor. 

Lately, it seems as though we've developed some sort of strange sympathetic alignment.  I can't think of what else to call it.  None of us come to work and treat each other badly, so the cliche 'misery loves company' does not really apply.  It's deeper than that it seems.  It's less of a spoken thing and more of an alignment of emotions.  When one of us is down, the other 5 seem to be experiencing the same feeling. 

We all have so many things in common, the most prevalent being the fact that we each strive to do a good job and want to please.  It is amazing how each one of us takes such full responsibilty for everything we do that the idea that we've hurt, let down, or disappointed one of our coworkers is unbearable and will likely bring us to tears.  We certainly do not work in a world of 'stepping on you to get to the top.'  Nope, we all feel that when (when not if) ... when we get to the top, we will all have done it together and will stand there congratulating each other and making sure credit is given to the other 5.  Could it be true that real teamwork still exists?

Anyway, with all that's been going on, I count my blessings everyday that I have such a loving, warm environment to go to when I trudge into work on Monday morning.  The certainty that work will uplift me, even when I'm lower than down is a surreal feeling.  To all my sweet, sweet ladies that I work with, I love you each dearly and truly feel that our being brought together was done so by a force much greater than us so that we can support eachother by knowing that we are all (scarily) alike.  Our compassion and kindness will get us far (even when it doesn't seem like it, I believe this). 

At such a time in my life, when I'm beginning to realize how important it is to surround yourself with intelligent, professional, kind, loving, compassionate women, I realize how lucky I am to have one a place next to these 5.  They are teaching me every day that I am valuable.  That I am worthy.  That I should stand up for myself.  And that I am perfectly imperfect and that's okay.