archives

Me being quietly a part of a tree.

 

{Dreaming Tree by Christian Schloe ~ via RedBubble}

{Dreaming Tree by Christian Schloe ~ via RedBubble}

By Lotte Stenfors Arnesen.

I was a child in a tree.

My worlds, both imaginary and real, existed between the branches and leaves of the gnarled apple trees in your parent’s orchard.

You, my soul friend, were my partner. What glamorous, courageous beasts we were. Always riding the blackest, wildest horses, and every prince we wanted would kneel to our glorious princess force.

In the real world reigned insecurity, loss, hidden grief, but with you I explored power, adventure and sensuousness; remember how we stroked each other’s arms, enjoying the tickling sensation, like puppies?

How I wish we could be forever young, in that summer light.

With our secret language, and the envy of our older sisters. Although often jealously spying on us, they never did uncover our magic world. The dragons we searched out, the adventures we took, the summer buzzing around us unnoticed. But, I am sure my soul absorbed the essence forever: bumble bees and all shades and nuances of green in that old apple yard. Time lost in joy.

Later on in the day, we’d go find the real horses and gallop about; find the kittens in the hay loft, where one had to know which parts of the floor were rotten. My feet knew.

I was fearless for moments in time then. Sometimes I think I can feel what that was like.

Remember, many many years later at my wedding, how you told the adventure of our childhood world to all the guests and placed the crown on my head? My strong, shining friend. How I admired you, envied you your certainty, your easy entitlement to love and belonging. How I never knew why you would choose me.

Are the trees still swaying in that orchard? Maybe our souls, a part of them, are still dancing on the branches and riding the blackest stallions out into the mountains. So wherever you are now (in everyday school runs, office routines, midlife?), we are the world’s conquerors once again. When I am a very old lady, I will still have a piece of me being quietly part of the tree; in the drop of water on a twig, or the glint of light stroking a leaf, we are, my dear, forever young.

*****

Lotte Stenfors ArnesenI am a scientist and teacher of veterinary science. I am also a writer (of poetry, science and more) and I sing – both  ferociously, after discovering that those were forces inside. I always danced and have just started teaching belly dance joy. Dreaming; of books, a writing room, a blues band, travels, recklessness, silent meetings. I am discovering now how fierce I am, how intent on living passionately, in spite of cruel illness. Exploring  what it means to be simultaneously vulnerable, strong, feminine, masculine, human, animal. Discovering where dignity can be found when I am compromised, when power is taken from me. Insisting on being seen as me, not the disease; I am the same, the rough sense of humor, the easy laugh, easy tears, as before, but with a burden to carry. Changed, but the same. Passionate about life and love, less so about being told how to think. Some of my writing can be found at www.tigerdrage.wordpress.com on dancing joy and you can connect with me on Facebook – I would like that.

*****

{Tree Life}

Comments

Rebelle Society
Rebelle Society is an online hub for writers, artists and creators sharing their stories and celebrating the Art of Being Alive. Join us on Facebook & Instagram for inspiration and Creative Rebellion. Join our Rebelle Insider List along with thousands of Dreamers & Doers around the world for FREE creative resources, special discounts on our programs, soul fuel & motivation to love and create your life.
Rebelle Society
Rebelle Society

Latest posts by Rebelle Society (see all)

Rebelle Society