While pondering my life on a hot summer trail, I walked, thinking what my future would be. Abruptly, I discovered a wise old Tree, but actually, it found me.
My head was down, watching my feet hit the dirt, some sweat dripping down on my knee… as the Tree was set fast, I brushed it head-on, then blood replaced sweat, I could see.
Stunned, I looked up at the ‘small hobbit doors’ of the strong and old inner Tree… and feeling embarrassed, I pictured an Owl giving an humble apology to me.
Instead, what I heard from those opening doors, was the Owl screeching loudly, with glee, “You’ve hit your head on my home, disrupted my tea, now what is it you want from me? You are the one with your head looking down, your future trying to foresee…Just Walk looking up, with Faith, Hope and Trust…now, I’m closed for the day, I decree!”
His doors quickly shut, as I stepped to the side, trying to look all fancy and free. I thought to myself, almost saying out loud, “My Future’s the Now… I see. Don’t over-think the tomorrows or look to the past, don’t walk looking down at your toes… and if you get hit by a branch on the way, just bark loudly up the right Tree with your woes.”
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Just an interesting perspective. In grief work last week, our assignment was to watch our feet take each step as a work on being in the present moment and give us a moment of rest for our minds work of grief.
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And it is so very true! As I know you know… (I even have to work on having Grief about my Grief 🙂 Just watch out for Trees!)