Chosen Image – Girl standing, looking into a forest
Scratching and clawing up the mountain, pushing through trees with long, sharp thorns, I started working my way through the pain and rage I felt.
Back at or family’s summer cabin, my parents were involved in a heated argument, sitting in chairs in the front yard. I have never been one who was highly vocal – my feelings were mine to keep. However, when I heard that horrid, devastating word “Divorce”, I lit into them. My fourteen year old self called the dogs and took off, trying to get as far away from the turmoil as I could.
Crossing the creek, I followed a late summer trickle of a mountain stream, rugged with sharp rocks at all angles. The stream fed the creek, with watercress and mint planted in its waters at the base. After scrambling over boulders, I got as far as I could before the boulders were too big to crawl over. I entered the land of thorns, shorter trees bearing inch long thorns throughout. It was a much larger area than I realized for in all the years we had been here in the summer, I hadn’t climbed the mountain.
Somehow, whenever major messages come from God, prickers and thorns are always a part of it They don’t leave scratches or cuts – they are for the struggle and learning. They are to get my attention, for the struggle of understanding.
Finally, I entered a glen as the thorns I passed away from. A huge tree had fallen, its root system an incredibly mosaic reaching to the sky. I was captivated, staring at the myriad lines the branches made.
Beyond was a barbed wire fence with a hunting road leading to a large fallow field. A tiny cabin stood at the top. I crossed the road, easing my way through the barbed wire on both sides to a lush, soft green forest. It was a fairy land. As I eased myself onto a log I could see moss climbing trees, grass ankle high. I breathed in the pure air and completely relaxed. Moments later a young doe wandered to within 10 feet of me. We looked at each other, then she went back to nibbling the grass. I couldn’t remove my eyes from her smooth, delicate beauty
A few minutes later the dogs came bounding back from their explorations. The doe took on look and high-tailed it away from their noisiness. Time to go. Crossing through the barbed wire, I decided to take the road down and the three of us started back downhill.
Back at home, all was quiet. To my young eyes, my parents seemed to at least have called a truce. My parents didn’t say a word to me but I was left with the feeling I had shaken them up a bit, and brought the tension they had so forcefully had earlier.
The lessons learned?:
a. State your truth. It is right and appropriate to open your mouth and let others know how you feel
b. After life’s thorns comes beauty
c. If you are not afraid, you won’t spread fear#everyday