Life Lesson from My Garden.
Inspiring story about hope and healing after hurt ...
by Karletta Marie
There was a time I’d lay under her limbs, long and laden with peaches. The morning sun filtered through her leaves; her pink fluffy fruits sprinkled in golden light. She was my precious peach tree. She was privy to my prayers and all my dreams.
I left for but a season, flying to Australia, my homeland. On my return, I walked the garden, like I always did. The pomegranate tree wore her plump purple crowns, the olive tree flashed her silver threads, and the mandarin and lemon trees still bore fruit.
I looked to my beloved peach tree. There she stood bare, a fat trunk; her once beautiful limbs reduced to short stumps. I discovered in my absence, a not so nice neighbor, we’ll call him Cain, came over the fence, a hack he gave. Perhaps peach tree stole too much of his view, but if that be true, wouldn't a trim do?
But no, it was a hack. A cutting off. A great step back for my beautiful peach tree.
I called the landlord,
“Come see the poor peach tree”.
I called the local farmer and my friends to see what could be done. One by one they shook their heads and said the same,
“Oh no. There is no hope. This cut is too drastic for her to bear. She can’t recover now. She’ll not fruit again.”
I wept for my peach tree.
Each morning I’d rise and go to the garden. There she stood, without limbs, nor leaves, nor velvety skin to touch. There she stood once cherished, now bleeding from her boughs, sap running from her branches, now bare, cut off.
“Oh, dear tree, bear fruit once more.” I whispered.
And I remembered a verse from scripture …
“She is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that she does, she prospers.”
Have you ever felt like part of you was lost? Have you ever been cut off? Do you hold wounds that gape open and weep, or have you ever felt stripped bare with nothing left to give?
Well, today my dear friend, please draw hope. For just like yesterday, and the day before, I walked once more to the garden to whisper hope to my peach tree. And there to my delight, I saw the tiniest pink peach blossom … a promise she will fruit again.
And I rejoiced with my peach tree.
I have never met a person who isn't suffering some kind of pain. We all experience pain and we all seek relief in someway. I seek healing and peace through prayer and being still with my connection to nature.
I observe the stories of our inner worlds reflected in our outer worlds. My peach tree gave me hope after experiencing a literal cutting off from many people whom I called friends, after I chose to walk a different path to what they believed best. These people themselves are in pain.
As you read my short story, I hope you find peace in a 'peach blossom'. If not mine, then your own. Because no matter what enemy we may face, no matter what threshold guardians we encounter, we shall breath, we shall nurture, we shall caress ourselves in love, cover ourselves with hope, knowing we will blossom in due season.
~ Karletta Marie