Thank you Sez - I wept for your little self and then realised I wept for me too. I’m grateful for the shared experience and the proof that I am actually not alone in this.
Thank you for your beautiful words, Van - how clear the heart becomes when we see children's vulnerability being shamed. We all bear those scars and you are truly not alone. Thank you for taking the time to be here today. Sez
So conditioned, so pressed into a mould, not of our own shape...luckily we know how to bounce back with a little shaking out :) Thanks for taking the time to comment today Trish x
They say you're a product of your environment. I feel glimpses of it everyday, on the telly, opinions, politics, social media. It takes great courage to step off that path and own yourself, to figure out your authentic self and like that intentional life. A lot of digging and peeling. A lifelong journey.
Oh, such a lifelong journey, so many layers, Olga - so true. I find it easier to peel away those inherited barnacles when I spend as little time online as possible. The word you chose is perfect at describing our way through - courage. We must learn courage dear friend, to cleave through what's not ours and make way for who we've been searching for all along. x
I think we bent over in fear at the feet of that exact word, Matthew... 'demand' - it has so many associations with being shaped into something not of our choice. Your words, as always, capture it perfectly.
This story resonates deeply, and mirrors one of my own. I once colored a tree in a different way than it was assigned, when I was barely 5. My teacher had a bizarrely vicious reaction to my choice of color--autumn red instead of green.
This memory left it’s mark. I have a bit of an obsession with trees, their resilience, their grounding.
How cruel a teacher can be - and how unknowingly dominant they can become in our life's journey. I love your tree, Natalie. And we share the obsession. I just read a very peculiar and bizarre read (if you're into that sort of thing) called, How I Became A Tree, by Sumana Roy. It is quite fascinating how people and trees have had a deeply curious relationship throughout time. Thanks for sharing today x
Thank you Sez - I wept for your little self and then realised I wept for me too. I’m grateful for the shared experience and the proof that I am actually not alone in this.
Thank you for your beautiful words, Van - how clear the heart becomes when we see children's vulnerability being shamed. We all bear those scars and you are truly not alone. Thank you for taking the time to be here today. Sez
We have been so conditioned, haven’t we?
No room for innate wisdom to unfold and grow.
Until we “see the unseen” and nourish our roots ♥️🙏🏼🌸
So conditioned, so pressed into a mould, not of our own shape...luckily we know how to bounce back with a little shaking out :) Thanks for taking the time to comment today Trish x
They say you're a product of your environment. I feel glimpses of it everyday, on the telly, opinions, politics, social media. It takes great courage to step off that path and own yourself, to figure out your authentic self and like that intentional life. A lot of digging and peeling. A lifelong journey.
Oh, such a lifelong journey, so many layers, Olga - so true. I find it easier to peel away those inherited barnacles when I spend as little time online as possible. The word you chose is perfect at describing our way through - courage. We must learn courage dear friend, to cleave through what's not ours and make way for who we've been searching for all along. x
We should be
Cautious
Of those
Who demand
Our attention
I think we bent over in fear at the feet of that exact word, Matthew... 'demand' - it has so many associations with being shaped into something not of our choice. Your words, as always, capture it perfectly.
This story resonates deeply, and mirrors one of my own. I once colored a tree in a different way than it was assigned, when I was barely 5. My teacher had a bizarrely vicious reaction to my choice of color--autumn red instead of green.
This memory left it’s mark. I have a bit of an obsession with trees, their resilience, their grounding.
Beautiful read.
How cruel a teacher can be - and how unknowingly dominant they can become in our life's journey. I love your tree, Natalie. And we share the obsession. I just read a very peculiar and bizarre read (if you're into that sort of thing) called, How I Became A Tree, by Sumana Roy. It is quite fascinating how people and trees have had a deeply curious relationship throughout time. Thanks for sharing today x
Sez,
Those painful experiences,
Those rejections and humiliations,
Those conditional beliefs,
Are the ones that makes us humble, deep, unique, soft and strong.
Your story is beautiful and profound.
Thank you for sharing.
Veda
I am the grateful one Veda - thank you for being here and for giving these words a moment of your presence. Have a wonderful day, dear friend.
Aren't tree roots the most incredible unseen gift to the world! Thank you for reading and for being a part of this space dear Karen x