My Dear Rishi,
I have called you few time and you did not want to talk. I guess you may have been playing or watching television and did not want to be distracted.
Last week I mentioned, a couple in Brussels airport shared some wonderful stories here is the second one from the series. Today's story is about a Tree.
“‘How can I do what you say,’ asked the child, ‘and still be me?’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘I bend in the wind, droop in the rain. Yet I always remain myself, a tree.’
‘Look at me,’ said the man. ‘I can’t change.’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘I change every season from green to brown to green again, from bud to flower to fallen leaf. Yet I always remain myself, a tree.’
‘I can’t love anymore,’ said the woman. ‘With my love, I have given away all that I am.’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘There are robins in my branches, owls in my trunk, moss and ladybugs living on my bark. They may take what I have, but not what I am.’
Whether we know it or not, we are like the tree. Only our pride hangs on to a false sense of self, wanting to keep everything, refusing to follow advice or spiritual direction.
What we do doesn’t matter; how we do it is what counts. Change and growth is as natural as the sun coming up every morning and the setting of it every night. Go with what is inside and listen to what your heart tells you. Why not if even for just today, reach out once more to a place that exists outside yourself without fear or judgment for yourself or from others…just once more.
’We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.’ –Plato”
Rishi, the day you let go and just be, then life opens up to you. Rishi I have travelled far and wide in this world but the longest journey I ever took was the journey from Head to Heart. This journey can be difficult but need not be, but once you take this journey Rishi, you will be a transformed man. You will always be true to yourself.
Love you Rishi...I miss talking to you....
With lots of love, hugs and kisses,
Daddy.
I have called you few time and you did not want to talk. I guess you may have been playing or watching television and did not want to be distracted.
Last week I mentioned, a couple in Brussels airport shared some wonderful stories here is the second one from the series. Today's story is about a Tree.
“‘How can I do what you say,’ asked the child, ‘and still be me?’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘I bend in the wind, droop in the rain. Yet I always remain myself, a tree.’
‘Look at me,’ said the man. ‘I can’t change.’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘I change every season from green to brown to green again, from bud to flower to fallen leaf. Yet I always remain myself, a tree.’
‘I can’t love anymore,’ said the woman. ‘With my love, I have given away all that I am.’
‘Look at me,’ said the tree. ‘There are robins in my branches, owls in my trunk, moss and ladybugs living on my bark. They may take what I have, but not what I am.’
Whether we know it or not, we are like the tree. Only our pride hangs on to a false sense of self, wanting to keep everything, refusing to follow advice or spiritual direction.
What we do doesn’t matter; how we do it is what counts. Change and growth is as natural as the sun coming up every morning and the setting of it every night. Go with what is inside and listen to what your heart tells you. Why not if even for just today, reach out once more to a place that exists outside yourself without fear or judgment for yourself or from others…just once more.
’We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.’ –Plato”
Rishi, the day you let go and just be, then life opens up to you. Rishi I have travelled far and wide in this world but the longest journey I ever took was the journey from Head to Heart. This journey can be difficult but need not be, but once you take this journey Rishi, you will be a transformed man. You will always be true to yourself.
Love you Rishi...I miss talking to you....
With lots of love, hugs and kisses,
Daddy.
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