There’s something about a willow tree that just stops me in my tracks. It is so majestic with so many long hanging branches. It’s leaves are gentle and soft. The willow tree sways with the wind as if to dance. It’s mass . . . so broad and wide. My soul stirs with comfort and peace. It’s as if my grandmother is holding her arms open to me and saying, “come to me child and let me hold and protect you.” Some cultures hold the willow tree as a spiritual symbol. Others describe it as a weeping. I just feel it’s amazing energy of protection and grace. Another sign that we have been blessed with beauty and that we all have the inner strength of a Willow Tree . . all connected . . all stable . . and never ending.
I think we all need help each day. The real question is have you asked for help? All too often we feel we must do it ALL ourselves and we TRY and we TRY so very hard to do what we think is right only to work ourselves to exhaustion and disappointment. Each day I ask for help and I get it. I bow my head and ask my prayer to be heard. I ask to be graced with compassion, love and focus. I ask to be relieved of the burden of fear. Sometimes I feel anxiety usually due to a negative thought that is running through my mind. At that very moment, I take a deep breath and ask for help. I KNOW my request is granted because I feel better- maybe just a little bit at first. You know you have been answered when hours pass and when the fear returns and you see it for what it is “fear” it’s not real . . it’s just a thought . . so this time (with the help that you asked for) that “fear” then just vanishes through your awareness that “it’s not real.” Then more hours pass and within those hours you begin to see the wondrous universe before you, the blue skies, the breeze, a bird, a kind person (all blessings before us). You have now forgotten what you asked for. . . . . This is how i KNOW my prayers have been answered. I can’t begin to list all the answered prayers that happen to me daily- but as they do I hope to continue to share . . . those amazing gifts that one receives just by asking . . . .