I spent my childhood in the 1970’s growing up in the western part of the USA. I attended an elementary school that had a Kiva spot in the library in homage to the heritage of the Pueblo Indians in the area. From age 5 -12 I lived at a house once owned by a horticulturalist which had 8 different kinds of fruit trees in the yard. That yard was a magic place to me… a leveled two tiered garden complete with waterfall and secret passages to the neighbors yards slopping down the hill we lived on. That ground was sacred space to me. It was my sanctuary, my place to escape to when challenges in the house just got to be too much for the little tender hearted feeling person I was to bare.
My special spot to sit and read in that yard was reclined up in the branches of the Golden Delicious apple tree… a spot I once had to compete for as a porcupine was found there between the branches having a snooze (there was a call placed to animal control for a pick up as this was a rather urban back yard in Salt Lake City!). It is just one of many spots in my life where I would read and read and read and let words transport me to other worlds.
As a child of the 1970’s I also was a product of the influence of Sesame Street and the Muppets. As a young girl growing up in the wide grid planned city and desert, I was fascinated by the imaginary, intimate NYC street scapes and the swamps of Kermit. With my mother being a special education teacher, also when I was young, schooling and it’s importance were emphasized. So much so that my parent’s even sponsored a Navajo Indian placement student / sister, who for many years would come and live with us during the school year, as her family home was a 3 hour bus ride from the nearest school. This foster sister’s heritage and influence were not fully appreciated at the time, but now looking back, to have sat with her and her Great Grandmother at her traditional Hogan was pure magic. (I only wish I could go back and ask about all the medicinal herbs she had hanging!!!)
Now as the woman I am at age 43, why do I mention all that past story here? Well, it can help explain why I still will often drive several blocks out of my way going home just to pass by trees that I love. Why I once bought a house near the swamps in Florida solely because of this massive Buddha enlightenment style minneola tangelo tree in the backyard. Why I adore that my version of Mr. Hooper at Sal’s Deli in NYC knows my name and makes the extra effort to toast my breakfast bagel to perfection (fingers still crossed that he will soon reopen after Sandy!).
But more than anything, sharing some of my story can help explain why upon stumbling on this video posted on an excellent blog I now follow (and highly recommended on http://heartflow2013.wordpress.com/), …why I belly laughed out loud with such joy to find another a beautiful British boy speaking from the places I call home:
I love synchronistic winks from the universe that speak directly to my heart… just the lovers, the dreamers and me … those of us remembering… those of us making it real.
Want to have the experience of an ultimate love affair? Find yourself a special tree. Make it yours to read under, to tell your secrets to and just like Kermit, to sing your own love songs on. It will change your life forever (if you let it!).