Tree of life

The tree of life

It has been a couple of years since i was really into yoga, but the lessons have never been forgotten. Just recently a client of mine was talking about yoga I gathered that he was new to the practice but his enthusiasm inspired me. Not long after I was in a bead store and happened upon this little charm with the tree of life on it which served to heighten my inspiration.

Yoga and all it encompasses is a bit like riding a bike. You are either into it or not and you never forget the wisdom it teaches. When I was a teenage my best friends step dad was a zen master and he taught me how to count to 10 which is a simple process of clearing the mind and getting control where there was once none. Over the years i have continually practiced the process of counting to ten but am positive i have not mastered it and with no doubt never will. Breathing is another great lesson and finally there is the art of stretching and twisting your body. Even in it’s simplest form yoga is life changing.

So last night i was driving home thinking about my client of and the tree of life. It not often that someone influences me in such a way that it changes my train of thought or compels me to think. Maybe i have just never noticed it or been able to put a face to. Thats the beauty about age. We are always being enlightened. He is not the only person that has compelled me to think these days but I do believe he is the driving force for the process. So heres my thoughts.

Trees cant survive with out carbon and we cant survive without oxygen. We need each other. Our breath is there life. Like a tree we want to root. Have a family however we define that. For some its as simple as having a dog. We long for something to nurture. Something we can put our hearts into. Something we can be proud of. We long for a mate. It makes the foundation of our tree stronger. I consider myself very fortunate to have found mine and to know that the day we met.

When we look up out family history we look to trees to depict that. They are an important symbol, but as an individual, a single family, a complex definition of who we are they represent the roads we have been down. Every leaf, every breath. Tiny twigs, the influences that have scarred us, filled us with joy. Memories of all that was good and bad. Everything that remains the same and is constantly changing.

Like the passing of the calendar we get new growth, new opportunities new joy and heartache. All this defines the type of tree we are. As different as we are there are different trees. As trees can go to seed we to bring new life. As the winds blow we flex. We weather he rain; the hard times, and the crucial moments of change.

I’m not really sure what kind of tree I would be. A tree in the middle of an open field would be nice. The solitude. The peace. A tree in a forest creating a canopy for the life within would be nice. The new birth of life everyday. A tree in which a monkey hangs would be nice. The joy. The freedom. A tree in a park would be nice. The laughter the kids. I suppose any tree would do except a palm. I don’t like palms and I don’t like thorns.

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