8 May 2020 Writing it out

Hello again.  It’s a gray and windy afternoon and I’m lonesome.  To help fill the void what seems to be working for me right now is walking and writing.  I’ve taken a couple of long walks already today so I figured I’d spend some more time writing.  I’ve been seeing a lot of other folks in our neighborhoods out walking too so I don’t think I’m alone with what I’m going through.

After reading this blog:  https://funfreedomfables.wordpress.com/2020/05/08/quarantine-loneliness/ I was reminded that if you try to outrun loneliness it will only chase you, you have to turn and face it.  So I’m turning and facing it with the tools available to me!  This blog!

I decided to try my hand at a short story with a tree theme in honor or my husband and my wedding anniversary today:

A long time ago there was a little seed that was born on the branch of a great oak tree.   When that seed was first formed it didn’t know how long it would be part of the oak tree that formed it.  The seed didn’t know where it would go should it have to leave the oak tree.  The rains came.  The sun shown.  The breath of morning, noon and night came and went.  The moon glowed and the stars shown.  The seed got bigger and bigger until one day the winds blew just right and the seed was forced from it’s branch on the parent oak.   The seed was large and plummeted noisely to the ground.  Once making purchase with the grass,  it rattled a little bit inside it’s shell then lay still.  Now came the waiting time.   Waiting to be chosen.

The seed lay still on the spot to which it’s parent had dropped it for many days.  The rains came.  The sun shown,   The breath of morning, noon and night came and went.  The moon glowed and the stars shown.  The seed lay very still and waited to be chosen by one of the great Arborists  also known as squirrel.  It was the dream all oak seeds to be chosen for planting so they could create brand new great oak of their own!

Many other seeds lay on the ground all around this one seed.  Then the day came when the great Arborist started to examine the seeds to see which ones would be worthy for planting.  It was getting to be fall and the Arborist was planning ahead to colder times.  The Arborist picked up each seed and examined them very closely.  Occasionally they would shake a seed and listen carefully for just the right sound.  One by one, each seed was carefully examined until finally the great Arborist came to that one lone seed that had fallen seemingly so long ago.

At first it looked like the Arborist was going to reject the lonely seed.  They picked up and dropped the seed more than once.  They shook the seed and examined it in great detail before taking it into it’s mouth to nice patch of dirt and burying it.  Now the sleep slumbered.  The rains came.  The sun shown.  The breath of morning, noon and night came and went.  The moon glowed and the stars shown.  Then something magical happened, a sprout shot through the hard seed shell and dark soil.   The sprout reached up to the sky and thus was the beginning of a new oak tree.

 

Sometimes I feel a bit like the seed in this little story.   I have tried to bloom where I’ve been planted here in Alvarado, but I am feeling the winds blow in a new direction.  I am feeling a tug at my soul but I’m not exactly sure which direction.    What is the plan for me?  How can I be useful to my little family?  How can I best serve this world I love without being a burden to it?  I will try my best to remain vigilant and open minded.   God always has a plan.