“It is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born.”
Liz Gilbert and ‘the Zens’
New perspective is something very valuable because our view opens up to new beauty, new brilliance, and new dimensions of what some call truth. I believe that there is no ‘the truth’ as an absolute – may we honor that we each have our own. Usually, I download my own inspiration for you to enrich your life and feed your heart, but today I feel moved to make an exception and bring in someone else’s epiphany. You’ll see why:
A few days ago, my beautiful soul sister and magical story teller Rosa sent me a message saying that she had this little note for me saying this:”Love awaits you under an old oak tree!” I felt loved receiving that message from Rosa, because she had me in her heart and cared enough to share that message, and I care enough to share with you, because I sense that we all can benefit from this story. Often, we think of other people with a smile, but until we share it with them – they won’t know. So, I was about to finish reading the book ‘EatPrayLove’ by fabulous Elizabeth Gilbert, who has such a funny way of writing that I often laughed out loud (such high value!) even though I had watched the movie a while back (twice!). What I am about to share might be spoiling the story if you haven’t read or seen it yet, so You have to choose wether or not you’d like to just skip this blog in case. It’s up to you.
I come to page 344, chapter 108, of Liz Gilbert’s story and all of a sudden the word OAK TREE flashes at me, screaming ”PAY ATTENTION!” And so I pay… and what I read there is giving me a whole new perspective on what Rosa’s sentence:”Love awaits you under an old oak tree!” may mean… or may mean as well. Please, open your heart and let the following sink in, because it may have an entirely different meaning for you. If you are reading this, I know there is some gem in this for you.
Quote from the book ”Eat Pray Love” by Elizabeth Gilbert, page 344, chapter 108
… And, yes, I cannot help but notice that I am sailing to this pretty little tropical island with my Brazilian lover. Which is – I admit it! – an almost ludicrously fairy tale ending to this story, like the page out of some house wife’s dream. (perhaps even a page out of my own dream from years ago!) Yet what keeps me from dissolving right now into a complete fairy tale shimmer is this solid truth, a truth which has veritably built into my bones over the last few years –
I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.
My thoughts turn to something I read once, something the Zen Buddhists believe. They say that an oak tree is brought into creation by two forces at the same time. Obviously, there is the acorn from which it all begins, the seed which holds all the promise and potential, which grows into the tree. Everybody can see that. But only a few can recognize that there is another force operating here as well – the future tree itself, which wants so badly to exist that it pulls the acorn into being, drawing the seedling forth with longing out of the void, guiding the evolution from nothingness to maturity. In this respect, say the Zens, it is the oak tree that creates the very acorn from which it was born.
I think about the woman I have become lately, about the life that I am now living, and about how much I always wanted to be this person and live this life, liberated from the farce of pretending to be anyone other than myself. I think of everything I endured before getting here and wonder if it was me – I mean, this happy and balanced me, who is now dozing on the deck of this small Indonesian fishing boat – who pulled the other, younger, more confused and more struggling me forward during all those hard years. The younger me was the acorn full of potential, but it was the older me, the already-existent oak, who was saying the whole time:”Yes – grow! Change! Evolve! Come and meet me here, where I already exist in wholeness and maturity! I need you to grow into me!”
And maybe it was this present and fully actualized me who was hovering four years ago over that young married sobbing girl on the bath room floor, and maybe it was this me who whispered lovingly into that desperate girl’s ear,”Go back to bed, Liz…” Knowing already that everything would be OK, that everything would eventually bring us together here. Right here in this moment. Where I was always waiting in peace and contentment, always waiting for her to arrive and join me.”
end of quotation from Elizabeth Gilbert’s book ”Eat Pray Love”, bloomsbury.com (no, I am not working for any of them, I am just honoring them as I would wish to be honored in my copyrights as well. I treasure integrity 🙂
I am realizing – right now as I am writing this – that this is what I have been doing throughout these past 4 years: I have disassembled who and what I thought I was or used to be, stripped myself down to the bones till I could see what was and what was not me, spend the past years with hardly any socializing, so I could rebuild my dynamic of behaviors, sense of beauty and brilliance, and especially my own true values from the inside out – and then set out to rebuild, reinvent, restructure, and reCreate my true Self: What I heartily like or dislike, choose or don’t choose and who and what I am choosing to surround myself with and what to immerse myself in. I now have a good sense of what/who drains me, delights me, or energizes me. And I know that the love of my life is… me… because without me… there is no ”my life”, so I have to take really good care of me first, and from the overflow of that love, others. The love of my life is the spirit of Life and Love itself…
I used to resist growing roots, and preferred to ‘hover’ rather than let my spirit land on earth, because it just felt safer that way to me. That has changed during the past years. The metaphor of the oak tree illustrates it so well: Imagining that I am a strong oak tree, I need to have deep roots in good soil as the stable, solid foundation of the best that I can be, so that its branches can reach higher and grow ever new leaves of inspiration. And once I found that love and foundation for myself, I started seeing it reflected ‘out there’.
My choice is clear: Now that I have weathered storms, survived intense emotional roller coasters, waded through a swamp of misconceptions about myself and others, and came out on the other side,…
… I understand my divine duty to keep my physical body, reality, experience, and my space and spirit clear, committed, and creatively alive, so I can live the life I love, build community, be a loving leader by inspiration and example, and build a financial foundation that allows me the freedom to keep creating my very big visions and contribute to the projects and people who I believe in. I can let go of – and use – my experience to teach others how to extract and reCompose their own Soul’s Melody and live their own Spirit’s Song, live their own truth and true values. It is my passion to connect people to theirs and to assist them in being their own miracle vortex, vision, and voice for good… starting with their own good! Not as in ‘good or bad’ but as in ‘goodies for good’. The basis for a fresh life is the act of forgiveness, of letting go of the past completely – or you are building your new life on a moldy foundation. Love them and you FREE.
We all belong, ’cause we’re all unique. And judgment is a waste of our WonderTime and WonderSpace, because truly, we don’t know why anyone is here, what they are here to learn… or to teach us 🙂 So, we best let it go… so we can focus on co-creating and leading new exciting lives.
I would delight in hearing your loving comments and suggestions below as to what you’d love to hear about in my upcoming posts. Each an aspect of that very part of our collective consciousness in form(ation).
Let’s make life magical & moving… for you… and those around you!
with sprinkles of awe and wonder,
☆✩ miracle vortex Tanya
PS Each of us is a miracle vortex at the core. Clearing it, Claiming it, Living it… is our choice!