I could see the old cedar was humble and resilient having faced many hurricanes and storms. A willingness to bend seemed to be her message to me. Rooted deep in holy ground, she was a living testimony to the wisdom of being flexible.
Now she appeared to have grown in grace, humbly bowing down low, arms arched back, welcoming all to take a deep dive in the cool waters of the reflection pool.
That wise, old tree was a teacher for me. I had been grappling with a longstanding issue and felt a need to take matters into my own hands. But in the tranquil moment under the bough of the graceful cypress, I could see the importance of not becoming too rigid. To never try and force an issue.
On a playful whim, I decided to ask the old tree a question. I wondered if she was happy to have lived her life that way--always bending and serving this way. Did she regret that she wasn't like the other trees, growing straight and tall?
It may sound silly, but I felt a smile from her quick retort, "Well, you're talking to me, aren't you? I don't see you entertaining the normal trees."
I laughed at her wit, and recognized that often we are cast in a different posture in life, not as stately or outstanding as most others, but in an open inviting way that makes one unique and easily accessible. I know that we are not these bodies; we are pure sparks of God. What matters in the end is not how well we've lived so much as how well we have loved and served and made the world a better place by just being here.
Sometimes, nature will tap us on the shoulder to help us gain introspection. The funny thing is the problem may not be what you think the problem is. It is a matter of reflection. Splash!
Enjoy your day with the Angels.
Love and joyful blessings,
Rae Karen