Dragonfly darted around in front of her and several birds flitted about – one landing on a small branch that appeared too slight to hold it. And yet, as it lit, the branch adjusted itself to accommodate the weight, settled in the new position and held fast. I watched her give freely, with abandon, boldly shimmering her vibrations into the world of man and nature. Some areas of her were thick, too dense to see through, containing her mysteries. In other places I saw sky through her leaves and branches, areas of vulnerability, places she allows access and passage, places one could ‘see right through her.’ I saw only her surface really, just the outside, exterior – like a one-dimensional drawing on a flat sheet of paper. Something in me felt drawn to go much deeper, to climb in her, to see her from the inside out. I couldn’t get enough of this intoxicating willow.
Over the months of watching Willow’s easy swaying, her flexible, resilient, enviable dance with all that comes, my ears became attuned to her wisdom. Her whispered voice echoing in my being, “Do not hold anything so tightly that when the time comes for letting go part of the self wrenches away also. Be present and allow what will to move through – accept, embrace, release. One state is no better, has no more value than its predecessor or follower. Accept and experience all with equanimity. Hold fast in the flow of life, dancing with all that comes. Give freely of what you are to benefit others. Hold nothing back. Everything you give away is a gift to someone.”