My smallest special detail

My smallest special detail

I’ve had this on my mind today and couldn’t quite get to the point as to how I wanted to express it. I put it down, sending it off to let it come to me when it was ready to be expressed. So here it is.

I am a fiercely independent person. I have learned to make ways where there were none for me. And I mean that in the positive sense, not in the forceful, breaking down walls and barriers, kind of sense. I adapt, bend, make due. I make it work. As I am reminded on an almost daily basis by others that their ways are “easier”. Heike, why don’t you do it this way?

I don’t because for one, I haven’t considered it or looked at it that way before. Or what I happen to be doing seems to work just fine for me. It’s been like this for as long as memory allows me to look back. For outsiders it could be looked at as stubbornness. That’s their view point. For the insider, me, it simply is that I am comfortable being the way I am, and if I don’t conform, comply or do what the majority does, then that’s just my way of coming to terms with who I am. Who I was made to be.

There are plenty of times where I take into consideration others input. Listening to their advice, but not necessarily integrating it into the form they would want me to. There are plenty of other times where I come upon something and find that it is indeed easier, or works better for me. And I ingrain it into my way of being. Small things that allow me to take it easier on myself. Physically and spiritually. But I didn’t come here to be shaped in the image of anyone’s liking. It doesn’t bother me (anymore) that I might turn out to be the gnarliest thing you will meet for my refusal to do things the way others do it.

“I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail”~Hermann Hesse.

“Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. “~Hermann Hesse

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