When I was a little girl, I loved the book, “The Giving Tree”, by Shel Silverstien. It was simplistic in its drawings and words but now it holds a deeper meaning for me as an adult. If you’re not familiar with the story, a tree and a boy strike up a friendship. He eats the apples that fall from her branches, climbs up her trunk, plays hide and seek then naps in her shade. As he grows older, he visits the tree less often. The tree grows older and can’t offer him joy like she once could. They adapt to the changes together and over time, she provides the boy with apples for him to sell, branches for a home, and her trunk for a boat. In the end, all that’s left is a stump for him to sit when he is old and feeble. She gave her friend all that she had and asked nothing in return. They relied on each other for companionship and were happy with that alone.
I think about their friendship and wish it were that simple. It’s so easy these days to get wrapped up in everything this world throws our way but what it really comes down to is humans expressing compassion and sharing their joys and sorrows. This blog is the beginning of that expression for me. I will refer back to the metaphor of this special tree from time to time because it’s a running theme in my life.
Giving is so important but “doing” encompasses so many more actions. Take everyday to do what you love, do good for others and sometimes, do nothing at all.