For too long I have been ignorant to the joy of casually and spontaneously perusing a grocery store. Finally, I enter with no list in hand. No agenda. No stress about filling my weekly nutritional quotas. Instead I became a woman led only by curiosity and intuition (perhaps my highest state). Behold the wonders of the produce aisle. God lives in the produce aisle. Then the nectarine chose me and I chose the nectarine. We were perfectly complete in one another's company. I left with a bill of exactly 1 dollar and became one nectarine richer. Perfect.
