Lost Grape

I bought a bag of red grapes at the grocery story yesterday. Crunchy sweet! Wonderful! So, when I got up this morning I thought I might have a couple of them, like a breakfast appetizer. I reached into the cold refrigerator, plucked two from the persistent stem…maybe it was four…and dropped one on the floor. I heard it hit the wood with a solid thump. Did I say the lights were off. This was a 3:45 a.m. appetizer adventure. So, I flipped on the overheads and looked toward the spot where I knew the wandering grape would be waiting. No grape. Now I began slowly walking around the room, gingerly. A smashed red grape loses its appeal. I looked down into brightly lit areas and into shadowy spots. Round and round, back and forth, looking down at every inch of that kitchen floor, but no grape in sight. Then it hit me…not the grape, but a realization. It might be a good idea to see the world like a lost grape, not from up here looking down, but from down there looking around. So I got down on my hands and knees and continued the search from a brand new perspective. Finally, I laid flat on the floor, my chin resting on the hard surface, and I looked again. Eureka! There it was in a place I would never see looking down. Let anyone with ears to hear, listen! Thus endeth The Parable of The Grape. True story. Sweet tasting grape. I recommend the process anytime you need to see the world as it really is.