If you read this please don't feel sad. I believe we are all connected on this earth; humans and nature. I also believe we learn a lot about ourselves from nature. I have always loved trees and I find them a source of great inspiration. I am grateful that at this point in my life I have the time to reflect on what is around me and to take comfort from that. This is a story of hope and awakening.
She stared at the tree, standing tall in the morning sun. Defiant as the onset of winter rips away its last vestige of self. Exposing the rawness of its inner soul; naked, unprotected.
As she reflected upon the tree, she realised it was a metaphor of her life. Just how grief rips away the shield and exposes our vulnerabilities and our rawness. We too are naked and unprotected as day by day pieces of what we once were are being torn away.
A tear rolled down her cheeks, and as if to say I understand three crimson leaves fluttered to the ground.
Then, an almost inaudible voice whispered please do not despair. For as with the mighty tree slowly a new self will emerge. Whenever you doubt, the tree, will be there to remind you that arising from grief is like shedding your leaves. But after that you too will be reborn it just takes time.
As she gazed at the tree, she saw a new beauty in its rawness and she realised that to expose your vulnerabilities isn't ugly or weak as she had been telling herself. It's liberating and it's honest.
With that, she pictured the majestic tree standing tall, adorned with the fresh new leaves of spring. It was in that moment she realised the tree and she are on a journey together; she whispered a quiet thank you as three more leaves knowingly drifted to the ground.
