I was but a teenager when I first saw it, the giant cherry that rested on the spoon in Minneapolis. The color was magnificent — that red against the blue sky — wow! But it was more than this — for me it meant something so simple could be extraordinary — possibly even me. I didn’t know if the other students heard the secret of the cherry. I only dared to smile, holding the joyful truth inside for just a moment longer.

On this primary of days, we stepped away from the red of the cherry, into the yellow of the school bus, under the blue open sky. I asked the girl next to me, “Did you hear it?” She wriggled to unstick her legs from the seat. I wasn’t sure if she was more annoyed with me, or the fake leather. “What?” “The secret, from the cherry…” I repeated. “It wasn’t talking,” she said, and reached to open the window. “Everything is possible,” I said into her hair that blew across my face. Not even her dismissal could take away the beauty of this day.

It wasn’t likely that I would move to this city. That I would become an artist. An author. But it was possible. And I did. Nor was it likely that I would fall in love and move to the south of France. Yet, here I am!

I can barely contain my smile when I tell you that we have a cherry tree. I named her Becky. This morning, we ate the Becky jam that I made, on the bread that I also made. I am filled with cherry possibilities!

If you’re sitting next to me this morning, in the color of these words, I ask you to listen…Can you hear it? The primary message is this, reach beyond the “likely,” and head straight for delicious! Everything is possible!