10/05/2026
THE ZEN OF BLUEBERRY PICKING
I once remember reading about Sir Edmund Hillary, the first white person to climb Mount Everest, who, when asked about the experience, responded by saying, “To those who climb, no explanation is necessary. To those who don’t, no explanation is possible!”
Those who pick berries also understand this, that strength can be drawn from a simple task where, while not a mountain to conquer, but a gathering of few litres of berries in a small container, picked for an hour or so, can balance weeks of stress in this “brave new world.”
Berry picking acts as a natural form of therapy by combining repetitive hand movements, outdoor exercise, and quiet mindfulness, reducing stress and calming the mind. This simple deliberate task slows down life as one practices care and attention, noticing the smell of warm soil, the sun on one’s back, the hum of insects, the blue or red hue of the berry’s ripe skin, and gentle pull to release them from the stem.
The rhythmic motion of plucking berries can also have one living in three dimensions in the same moment - the present, the past and the future. Holding a small handful of fruit, like a cluster of coral beads, is a reminder of the sun, rain, and quiet universal labour that goes into growing these tiny balls of life. Waiting for fruit to ripen also teaches acceptance of things one cannot change and in doing so, connects the soul directly to the cycles of nature.
And here in Newfoundland and Labrador, this therapy is offered for free – one just needs to find the right place, time and energy before the first frost or high wind drop the berries off the branch and the wild animals move in to feast.
Later, in the dark days of winter, we will be rewarded with a bag of late summer, caught, sealed, frozen away to be opened on a mid-January day. We will begin the process of bottling jam for next season's guests at Rosedale while snow falls fast and the sun unseen for weeks.
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it
and dependent on it,
can still ripen a bunch of grapes
as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
- Galileo Galilei