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The willow has been my mentor, evergreen my company, now ...
2 years ago
some say I am crazy, and I'd say that they're at least half right.
Found the need to remind myself of these things, and put these things together for some others.
That which we pour grows that which we sow, we make the bed we rest in, and form the pit we lay in.
Weed your path in wisdom, chacen it with charity, and sow it with solace. Least you find your rest with barely known brambles and your sleep under old thorn brush, stead of with known laurels and under the bows of the orchard that has grown along with your journey.
Seeds that sprout true, with time become spice and trees. Seeds that grow demanding more than you have, in time become unfruitful, let them go and think not of where they land.
Let reason be your season, let your mind be light and your heart be heavy, so your feet can find balance in the things you think and do.
Trust those herbs that you know well, and test those that aren't. For that which seems sweet isn't always tonic, and that which seems bitter isn't always toxic. The feeling after a number of trials, tells you each ones' use and value, yet never let yourself forget your worth to the ones that you do know.
For they trust you to shade them if you're able, right them after a sudden storm, even if you're left bracing each other for a time being.
For any island truly unto itself, is not but exposed rock, having to weather all extremes until the waves overtake it. Rock refuses all chance, all change, and all growth once it's grown cold, only great pressure or stress will either force it into another form or wear it into dust.
Learn the meaning of strength from the willow, the meaning of self from the evergreen, and the meaning of community from the oak. Weeping isn't breaking, circumstances can't change who you are, and even unseen connections can hold individuals together.
Even those that aren't still with us, shaped the terrain on which we grow, for good or ill, but it is our own choice to choose to try to deny it or better it.
That which we pour grows that which we sow, we make the bed we rest in, and form the pit we lay in.
Weed your path in wisdom, chacen it with charity, and sow it with solace. Least you find your rest with barely known brambles and your sleep under old thorn brush, stead of with known laurels and under the bows of the orchard that has grown along with your journey.
Seeds that sprout true, with time become spice and trees. Seeds that grow demanding more than you have, in time become unfruitful, let them go and think not of where they land.
Let reason be your season, let your mind be light and your heart be heavy, so your feet can find balance in the things you think and do.
Trust those herbs that you know well, and test those that aren't. For that which seems sweet isn't always tonic, and that which seems bitter isn't always toxic. The feeling after a number of trials, tells you each ones' use and value, yet never let yourself forget your worth to the ones that you do know.
For they trust you to shade them if you're able, right them after a sudden storm, even if you're left bracing each other for a time being.
For any island truly unto itself, is not but exposed rock, having to weather all extremes until the waves overtake it. Rock refuses all chance, all change, and all growth once it's grown cold, only great pressure or stress will either force it into another form or wear it into dust.
Learn the meaning of strength from the willow, the meaning of self from the evergreen, and the meaning of community from the oak. Weeping isn't breaking, circumstances can't change who you are, and even unseen connections can hold individuals together.
Even those that aren't still with us, shaped the terrain on which we grow, for good or ill, but it is our own choice to choose to try to deny it or better it.
