Little Tree - a daughters journey.

Hello everyone :)

 The following is from an article I wrote last November for White Light Magazine here in Australia.

 I do not know why I feel drawn to place it here, or why you may be drawn to read it, however I hope that it helps.

I myself wrote it in response to a query/statement from a friend who asked if my Daddy was really as perfect as I say! Of course he is/was. As a child of the Universe, he is/was perfect! As MY Daddy he is/was perfect! He was not my husband, so I cannot/do not speak for either of his ex-wives. I am not my siblings, I do not speak for them. I am not his work colleagues from Alfa-Laval or Al Safi, yet their correspondences echo their belief that he was irreplaceable -as we all are!

 I wish you well with your journey and the journey of those who touch your life...

Little Tree

Hello There and Holiday Season greetings to you! I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the support you have shown us over the last two years. Yes, it really has been that long since I took those first tentative steps into the world of gift-giving and it is definitely thanx to the love & support that has been given to me by wonderful people such as yourself that RaLuna Dreams has continued to flourish.

It really is interesting to me how the 'unimportant kid stuff' can effect a persons later life journey. There were a few months of amusement for me when I suddenly realized that a large part of RaLuna Dreams is based on a childish wish to be just like Mr Hooper on the very famous kids programme that I grew up watching. Everybody in the street went to Mr Hooper's to chat and have a drink(or cookies!) whilst swapping life experiences with the other muppets & humans. Strangely, despite, or perhaps because of, being a gift shop/holistic centre, most days an amazing group of individuals can be found sitting outside the front of RaLuna Dreams swapping information & synchronicity as they momentarily share their life journey.

One such recent discussion involved the very important question as to how many Trees are required before a copse of Trees becomes a forest. Ah, the pursuit of knowledge...however, the question did raise an issue that I had not even realized had effected me since childhood.

It was the issue of Little Tree.

When Little Tree came into my life I was perhaps seven years old and lets face it seven year olds can be rather emotional about 'unimportant' kid stuff'. Little Tree was at this stage just a bent stick with a nice long root attached. Obviously our neighbour believed he would be much happier at the rubbish tip. Unbelievably my perfect, but obviously misguided, Daddy agreed. Fortunately young Polynesian eyes were no match for Cassenack sensibilities and, despite the fact that I was assured my new friend would not survive, I was allowed a small area next to the driveway. So commenced the revival of Little Tree.

It was a long process that involved many afternoons of sitting and encouraging my new friend to recover. With the certain knowledge that the young have (and advice from my 'pretend' friend, the tree guardian Gleeblin) I knew that this daily ritual was extremely important for two reasons. The first, any slowing of interest would be dangerous as 'the kids' lack of interest would mean Little Tree could be disposed of. This danger was only narrowly avoided on many occasions during those first tenuous weeks. The second reason was equally obvious, Little Tree needed me to help him realize that he was loved or he really would die.

Eventually Little Tree sprouted little green leaves and delicate pink flowers. The years passed and he remained little but grew more and more bushy. This created a new problem as now Little Tree could scratch the car so every few weeks Little Tree received a little haircut. Of course, little girls eventually go to High School and sadly I spent less time with Little Tree than I should have. One day the unbelievable happened, Little Tree disappeared, and the memory of his existence was rapidly squashed only to surface one quarter of a century later. Synchronicity.

So many questions answered with one memory that I was unaware even existed. Gleeblin has always been with me! My empathy with Trees has always been there. I now know why I tell 'the kids' to hug trees, why I prefer to use wood rather than crystals. One single, seemingly 'childish' memory has reopened the door to so much knowledge, knowledge that in my sorrow at losing Little Tree was also repressed. Knowledge that now remembered I am able to share.

I felt that it was important to remind you of the importance of synchronicity and remaining open. The holiday season is one of the few times that many of us take the time to chat to those who were with us whilst we were young. How can you know if you have a memory that is forgotten if you cannot remember it existed? and how many of those forgotten 'unimportant kid's stuff' experiences have effected your choices?

My Daddy is/was perfect, but everyone is human when it comes to not realising how our own actions about 'kid stuff' can effect both ourselves and others. I have been guilty of 'writing off' my own childrens excitement over some 'silly' matter as being 'less important' than waiting bookwork.

If I believe I cannot forgive others and see their perfection, I will never be able to forgive myself for repeating the patterns I subconsciously  learnt from their example. Nobody is their own definition of 'perfect' all the time. This is why I feel drawn to strive to improve myself to be the best that I believe I can be.

I am already perfect in the eyes of the Universe.

So are You.

:) Kerri-RaLuna