Here's lookin' at you, kid
|photo credit: pedrosimoes7 The tree's eyes via photopin (license)|
They say you can ground yourself by hugging or sitting at the foot of a tree. The roots go so deep into a dark, parallel world of carbon and fire. We are life and we are stardust. We are everything of the earth, and beyond. To sit at the base is to be centered and put right with all this magic. Like a phone on a charger.
When someone hurts you, intentionally or unintentionally, it cuts. Even if we hide our pain, there is an invisible cut. Endings, deaths, denials. Our wounds heal eventually and turn into scars. Each scar is a visible remnant of that time when we were forced to grow into a new phase or mindset. Our soul has a million rings, is so rich with experience, culled together from the first breath.
It is impossible to go through life without pain. In fact, we need it, or else, why be born in the first place? Life wasn't meant to sit in a lounger and sip champagne. It was meant for the ultimate experience. The good and the bad.
Perhaps you have eyes that don't blink, cuts that don't bleed. Perhaps you are covered with an indelible, invisible bark, and your soul reaches down into an abyss of the earth's soul.
Perhaps you are wiser than you think.
How many 'eyes' do you have?