This little poem is about a shivering little tree near the top of a mountain (see a video of the actual tree below). But it’s also about giving yourself a break.
There were taller trees lower down the mountain that swayed more elegantly in the wind. And even lower were old growth Douglas firs—timeless giants rising out of rich forest soil.
Imagine teaching that little tree that it wouldn’t be worthy of love until it was more like those other, bigger trees.
If you’re like me you’ve probably absorbed a lot of messages about striving to be great, to have impact, to live the biggest life you can. And that’s okay. But it needs balance.
Not everyone is a Douglas fir planted 400 years ago in deep humus.
Spend time getting to know the real shape that’s hidden in the seed of you. Notice how that shape adapts to the soil of your life—your honest history, the truth of your circumstances, the gifts and limitations of your own body and mind.
Look closely at the whole of yourself without comparison. How beautiful.
Let the Wind Dance You
if all you had to do
to be beautiful
was to let the wind
where you stand
as you grow into
the only shape
you ever had.