@brittarnhild
I must have passed the tree hundreds of times as it stands there alone somewhere in the cathedral park. The park is big and I love it. Love to walk through it in the mornings and afternoons, before and after work. Love to watch it from my office window. Love to follow the seasons. Like the fallen leaves now when the days are short, before snow covers the ground.
Some days I walk in my own throughts. Worries, sorrows, contentment, happiness, anger, joy. I bring them all with me. Work them through. Let the walk do the work.
Most days I walk with a camera. Usually my cell phone. Some days my pocket Canon. Other days my more advanced Nikon.
Today I felt tired. Only Monday and you are already worn out, was what went through my mind.
Don´t let your responsibilities weight you down, I tried to tell myself.
Then, like a whisper in the air, the old tree addressed me.
Look at me, it said. I have met life, for better and worse. I have bathed in the sun, strong winds have bent me down. Snow, hails, rain have fought with my branches. I have not managed to stand erect through the fights of life. But I have managed to stand. I am still standing.
I stopped.
I listened.
I let the whisper creep into me.
I circled the tree several times, and it was like I saw it for the first time. Really saw it. With the eyes of my heart.
The tree´s whisper filled me.
I felt stronger. More whole.
Life has more than sunny days to offer.
And life´s offerings give us strength.
And beauty.
