As I pulled into my parking space at the grocery store, I looked up from my steering wheel and saw Tree. Evidently, as it was growing up, Fence was installed with the idea that Tree would be on one side. Tree didn’t understand. Just kept growing. Through–into–around–with–Fence. Look closely at this picture. There are ways in which diamonds of Fence have lived so long with Tree that there are Fence-shaped scars. Just like we all carry our own fence-shaped scars, visible and invisible.
But as you can see, Fence was unsuccessful at keeping Tree from growing however and wherever it wanted. It grew anyway. It’s a big tall tree, full of fat, vibrant, green leaves. Doing just fine. Yeah, scars. Sure, some difference from your average tree. But look at it! It’s fine! Didn’t let Fence get in the way of anything important.
Me neither. I got fence-shaped scars all over me. Obsessions, neuroses, occasional bouts of depression, fears. It’s fine. Those are just diamonds of bark, somewhere near the bottom of the tree. But look up! Look at that amazing canopy! My life, my music, writing, quilts! Loveletters, my relationships, my wife, my children! My yoga practice, my teaching practice!
Just because you grew up with a Fence, doesn’t mean you don’t have an amazing shock of bright verdant leaves blowing in the wind up above. It’s ok to know where the fence is and how it’s lodged itself into your internal workings. But don’t forget to look up. LOOK UP! It’s gorgeous!