The elder trees

a short story based on a walk I had

I was in a chaotic place where a storm raged in my heart. I decided to take a walk where the elder trees are. I call them elder because they are old, big and tall. They seem to know everything, and their branches reach one another from across the street. When there is wind, it looks as though they are talking and shaking hands with each other.

I walked among them, and I began to remember who I am. They welcomed me into their realm of mystery and magic, where present, future and past are one and the same. Their warm energies embraced me and protected me inside the dome its branches and leaves create. I looked up at them and saw sparkling light peeking through the cracks. The sky is like lightning in a pile of scattered green leaves. They moved quietly rocking my eyesight and mind, soothing my pain.

The trees reminded me that it's ok to be me and not to be afraid. As I walked, I gently touched each of them like a greeting or an affectionate caress. I felt the comfort and care they wished to share with me. They sent me strength and courage to continue in a world that was not accustomed to people like me.

The trees speak in a language that no one can hear with their ears. They speak with movements, feelings and quietness. They enhance the intuition, the inspiration and everything that is asleep within. They are the essence of life. The endless source of everything. The ancestors we should be looking forward to being.

I want it all to be quiet like the trees. I want to stand still, firmly rooted in the ground. I want to be invisible and visible at the same time. Invisible to most of the world and visible to those worthy of seeing me.