In the midst of mango season here in Florida I can't help but complain about all the mangoes that fill my yard! Everywhere I step, I feel a squish under my feet, then I almost stumble and fall. Some of them fill with bugs before I can get to them ...

Others dry up and shrivel...

There are so many, I get so mad I want to curse them...
But then I look up. It's like manna from heaven!

It's amazing how I am provided for everyday in the absolute simplest of ways... and yet I still find time to complain. And then I think of Dakini and how short our time here is. I lift my head and look around.


No longer will I complain. I will think of Dakini, sending me buckets of these delicious fruit. I will go in the house and grab a bowl.
I will gather them and I will share them with all my family and friends. And every year when I am full of mangoes, I will not complain. I will think of Dakini, eternally dancing and blessing me with her gifts -
- delicious, sweet fruit, full of color and life - these are for you. Thank you, Josie.
In loving memory of Dakini Dancer.


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When I lived in Florida we had three or four prolific mango trees and well remember the icky feeling beneath the feet when one inadvertently stepped on one in the dark. It was a sensation not unlike stepping on dog poo.
They are delicious and full of the essence of life, a good comparison with Josie.
About that abundance of mangoes, may I suggest that you consider making chutney? Homemade chutney is a great Christmas present.
I watch the pollinator bumble bees sipping nectar juices.
When I go outside today (after this comment),
or,
IF I trip,
or,
skip today
to buy a blonde
Abbey cool ales
I'll enjoy Dakini Dancer tickling
with soft bird warbler feathers
Thanks Josie, sreamin' mama
and everybody remember ...
remember the living humans
celebrate life, and be at peace
atonement ~ at one with, yes.
This was a beautiful post.
Your backyard looks like a Mango Orchard!