I’m taking a women’s creativity series by Marcia Wiley and one of the weekly things I’m tasked with is taking myself on an artist date. Last week I reported back that mine had been de-seeding a pomegranate. I would never have thought this would be a relaxing thing. In fact in the past I’ve always thought it was a pain in the ass. But my body was craving one and I saw a pack of four and decided to deal with the pain and mess of it all.
It’d been so long since I’d de-seeded one I turned to Google and saw tutorials on the best way to do it but I’d tried them all before. Then I found this one. It worked like magic. Both on the pomegranate and me. Alone in the kitchen, light streaming in the windows and I was taken with the feel of the skin under my hands as I scored it, the vibration of the seeds through my fingers as I pulled apart the sections, the giant tang from those tiny seeds, the intricate beauty of the inside. I grabbed my camera and tried to capture the beauty of this amazing fruit.
I had no idea that the craving I had went far beyond the taste of the pomegranate…I needed the zen too.