I’ve seen it happen. Students on my walks who hold themselves back, flash their skepticism of gift thinking with barely concealed eye rolls. Too cool for school, there’s no way they’re going to put a wild wintergreen leaf in their mouths. But when we get to the raspberry bushes, I know they’ll have to drop their guard. The simple act of encountering a wild berry, dangling there just waiting for their fingers and their mouth, loosens something in them, to the evidence of the gift.
