Between the Bricks

Meanderings of a grown up girl

Month: August, 2013

Whispers of a Tree

There is always a tree.

Outside my window, on a hill, in a copse, along a far east street. An aged mango, a lone Hawthorne, a mighty beech, a giant Rainforest, that speaks to me of blood and tears and pain when being pruned. An errant branch that stretches just a little bit too far, and so, to bring it in line, along they come, with crane and chainsaw to chop it off. They think it looks more tidy. They do not understand the hurt they cause. They do not hear the screams. They do not care. It is not their fault. They do not know.

And you my friend, so much prettier than just one month before.  Forgive me, I did not notice how you have blossomed! How far you’ve come since you were injured –  a wayward car that crashed into your trunk and cut you! You wobbled for a while, dazed by such an insult, unexpected and unjust. And for a few anxious days I feared it would mean your fall, if not by your own desire then theirs. They do not care. It is not their fault. They do not know.

Happily you stood your ground and here you are, embellished with a pretty pink of floating petals. You may be grand my friend but nothing can deny your tenderness and love. For as I peer beyond the grills of my life here within, I thank the gods who gifted me this heart to hear you whisper your sweet words of wisdom. You teach me well and I am grateful for your counsel:

“Every single gossamer of pink rests delicately upon my myriad finger tips, tethered lightly but with a strength beyond compare. Yet all it takes is one sweet breath of air for one or two, then three and four and more to fly!  And when they do, I watch them go with half a heart and nurturing glance in knowledge of my role. Now, they are unhindered, each free to seek a fresh abode.  Some near, some far, I cannot say, they are no longer my journey but their own. Soon, I stand naked again, disrobed, revealed, my branches light and bare. But I do not fear a lack of dignity as I am still whole. The essence of myself remains.  The change around me is not always of my making but I too must change as seasons pass. As sun and wind and tempest set their course around me I have learned to bend with the rhythm of time. The blossom of one age comes and goes but patiently I wait, as one day more will bloom again. It is the way. Rooted to the spot and standing still are not the same my friend.  Remember, for every beginning there must be an end.”

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That word again!

I love the word ‘amazing’. I love to attach it to people – those who truly mean something to me, who inspire me, who make me smile, who humble me and who push me to be better by their own actions and outlook. I like to tell people, “You are amazing!” It’s important – important to remember…

But don’t get me wrong – it’s not a word that trips lightly off my tongue. I say it because I mean it and I mean it because I see it and I see it because I feel it. And I can feel it even if I don’t know a person, for those who are truly amazing, known or unknown, emanate a light and a power that engulfs every sentient being within their proximity; they resonate a spirit for life that is undeniable, a spirit that enhances, empowers and enables us to breathe that little bit deeper, for our hearts to beat that little bit stronger; a spirit that inspires us to to want to live amazingly ourselves.

When we desire to live amazingly then we understand what an amazing thing is this journey called life! And how much more amazing when we live it authentically! But what exactly is life? Is it really as simple as a beginning and an end? Or is it all about the living in between? A jigsaw of choices, experiences, people and places; a global school for children of all ages. One big soupy mess. Thorns and roses. A tangle of emotions we spend a lifetime untangling. A dream. One big fat illusion. All of this and nothing. Perhaps simply anything anyone wants it to be. Mundane and ordinary –  or everything but.