Musical messages...

What is that song I don't understand? The slightest breeze will get the Quaking Aspens in my yard rustling and as the wind picks up, the other trees begin to play as well, becoming a symphony as many trees chime in. The stately pines remain silent on most days, the breeze too faint to catch their thin leaves. But on other days, when a louder, more fast paced song is being played, their whirring sounds add a special kind of melody.

When I first moved back up north after being away for many years, it was the trees that sang me home, their song matching the music they played from my childhood. It was a song known deep within my body, bringing me back to a place where my life was fresh and full of possibilities. Those possibilities over the years became twisted into cultural and other's expectations, and I went in a few directions that did not feed the girl who sat on the dock of her Grandmother's cottage dreaming all those years ago. I can barely remember the dreams I had then but I do feel they are locked in the song the trees in my yard play. Singing me back into the wisdom of my youthful soul.

Just like the trees have a language I can't fully comprehend upon casual listening, I have an early childhood language that is hard to access as an adult, yet written inside me and containing keys to my authentic wisdom and life directions. This wisdom is still there as I can feel it aching to come to the surface once again, encouraging me to do the work to bring it forth. Hopefully, over time, as I spend time sitting in my yard listening to the trees, their melody will rekindle in me the language of my early self.