The Fig Tree

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A “Lean against… and listen” story that was given to me on this day three years ago:

January 6th, 2014

Today I nearly forgot that I had decided to kick-start my week with this writing prompt. So much is going on and I feel the urge to at last get my life into the tracks that I want them to be even though I think I already do: with writing blogs and learning about writing every day and of course reading. 
Maybe I just see it in a negative way and that is what is making me unhappy. 

Ah happiness :-)!
At Christmas I was watching “Despicable me 2” where Pharrell Williams’ song “Happy” features and a little later I decided to have this song for my “hymn” for 2014. My theme song for this year that hopefully will motivate me to get on with it.

What about you guys? Do you have a hymn, a resolution or just plainly a goal that you want to achieve in 2014? Then maybe follow the advice the wolf on my background on Chrome gives: ” Hey, whatever you should be doing right now ~ go fu….. do it!” 😉

I should be doing this writing prompt and so I do it :-):

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to heal” for this writing prompt: 

 
“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “
 
This is what the storyteller is telling me today:
 
Today I guide you to a far-away land where a girl patiently waited for her mother to come home. She had gone to get water from the well a little away but today she needed much longer than normal.
The girl was afraid as her father had died a few months ago and they were living on a little farmstead away from the hustle and bustle of the city that ruled over the land. The girl desperately wished for her mother to come home and make breakfast. But mother would not come.
“Oh what shall I do?” the girl asked the lonely fig tree they were nurturing carefully, giving it water every day. The little family’s farmstead was situated right in the middle of an approaching desert and their only income was this fig tree and the goats which roamed the landscape for food. It was the girl’s task every evening to go and fetch the goats and bring them home for them to stay the night in the little barn her father had build.
The fig tree rustled its leaves and played with its fruit. After a little while, it whispered:” Give me some water little one” The girl who had waited under the tree for her mother looked up. “But I only have a little left and mother has not come home yet. I won’t have anything left if I give it to you and she won’t come back.” The fig tree considered this for a little while and then whispered again:” Give me some water little one.”
The girl looked out over the deserted plain towards the city which already gleamed in the morning sun. She turned her head a little and looked towards the oasis where her mother had gone to get water. The rocks which were strewn all over the plain shivered in the heat and she could see a little point quivering in between.
“I have asked the fig tree for advice. It gave it to me so I better follow it” the girl thought and went into the house to get the last drops of water in the jug. She carefully carried it outside the door and to the right where the fig tree grew on the wall. She gently poured out the last drops of water on the roots of the fig tree. “Thank you little one” the fig tree whispered.
The girl took the jug back into the kitchen and looked around. There was bread and butter and honey but nothing to drink left. “Oh what shall I do?” she wondered again. But as she did not find an answer she went back to sit under the fig tree.
The girl gazed over the plain which quivered with heat. Her mother should be nearby now but she wasn’t to be seen anywhere. The point the girl had seen before still was out there somewhere.
“Go and prepare some bread with butter and honey” the fig tree whispered suddenly. The girl looked up into the deeply green leaves and saw the fig trees not yet ripe fruit dance. “I haven’t been taught how to prepare bread yet,” she said.
“Go and prepare some bread with butter and honey” the fig tree simply answered. “Oh I am doomed!” the girl thought but she got up and got back into their hut. “What if I drop the honey or butter? What if I cut the bread too thick or even cut myself?” the girl worried.
She stood in front of the table where bread, butter and honey waited. She stood and waited. But her mother did not come. “I have asked the fig tree for advice.” she thought. “It has given me more advice so I better follow it.” She, therefore, went to the table took the knife and cut three even pieces of bread. She laid them out on the big plate they only used for celebrations. Then she carefully spread some butter on them all and trickled some honey on each of them. She covered the plate carefully with a huge bowl to keep away the insects.
But all this new work has made her thirsty. “Oh, I wish I would not have given the last drops of water to the fig tree.” She thought. “What shall I do?” But this time she did not wait for the fig tree to give advice. She went outside and caught one of her goats. It was the biggest one which gave the sweetest milk. So she took her back to the shed where the goats slept at night. She went back into the house and got the wonderfully decorated jug they only used for special occasions. Then she milked the goat and the sweetest milk the goat had ever given poured into the jug.
The girl was happy. “Mother will be pleased when she comes home and sees such a beautiful breakfast.” she thought when she took the jug back onto the table and covered it carefully with a cloth to keep the insects away.
She went back outside to sit under the fig tree again. It rustled with its leaves gently and whispered:” Well done little one. See over there……” and one of its branches pointed towards the oasis where the girl could now see a camel approach with two women sitting on it.
“Oh dear,” the girl thought “strangers and mother is not here! What shall I do?” She leaned a little closer to the fig tree to hide herself under its leaves and she watched the camel approach.
But the two women on the camel were not strangers. They were her mother and grandmother. How happy was the girl to see her family approach. She ran towards them and cried:” Oh, mother! Oh, grandmother! I am so glad to see you!”
Both women got of the camel and the girl could see that it was carrying a much bigger skin filled with water than her mother usually brought home. They hugged the girl and her mother said: “Let’s hurry in. It is getting hot and I have not made breakfast yet. You and your grandmother are hungry!”
But the girl answered: “The fig tree told me to make bread with honey and I milked the goat and everything is waiting on the table inside but I had given it the last drops of water and I am so thirsty”
Mother and grandmother looked at each other and then hugged the girl. “You have done well. Here have some of the fresh water we have brought first and then let’s have the breakfast you have prepared” they said to her. They gave her to drink and when she finished she watered the fig tree again. “Thank you for your advice” she whispered but the fig tree just rustled its leaves and played with its fruit.

 

fig tree by clive darra
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Lean against… and listen ~ 24dec16

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It is Saturday  and if I do not have time to take part in Linda’s wonderful “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” I do my own Stream of Consciousness Writing with a prompt that has helped me get back into writing many times. Feel free to try it out and let me know about the messages you received :-):

“I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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I hear the bells ringing but they do not call me anymore. I hum and listen and sing Christmas carols but they are only a faint memory of faith.

What have I done and who have I become?

Not sure I know. Not sure I need to know.

All I know is all is well. The Gods and spirits and angels are with me. They guide me. They protect me.

I have chosen to follow my own path. I have chosen to listen to my inner spiritual guidance because it has never lead me astray!

 

 

Lean against… and listen ~17Dec16 ~ Refugees

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It’s Saturday again and sometimes I just can’t do Linda’s wonderful “SoCS“. Then I return to a writing prompt I know and love for a long time. This is how it goes!

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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Aeroplanes over my head. I imagine how my grandmother as a young woman would have wondered if they release their deadly load or just head over her little town towards Dresden or Leipzig. I am so glad she doesn’t have to experience the refugee crises. It would have brought back memories she probably rather not have had:

She and her friends being held in a house in the middle of nowhere. The people smugglers off to get the police to keep the money but get the people into trouble. They escaped. She ended up in prison for a little. Then a refugee camp from where she could go where my grandfather was waiting.

I am not sure if it is just me or if the plight of refugees is deeper ingrained in the German memory and awareness than the British. My grandparents on my mother’s side helped many of the Germans who had to flee the east after the war. Not sure but I think the village I grew up in suddenly had nearly double as many inhabitants because the mass of refugees had to find homes somewhere.

I doubt that went without problems. I know from where I lived in the North of Germany later on that many of the “natives” resented the “newcomers” because of the help they got. No one had much in those days. However, I believe there were many who helped and saw the pain and sorrow the refugees had to experience.

No one ever wins in a war. Not the soldiers, not the victims. Not even the politicians who create them and stay behind in their cosy homes or safe bunkers while their people die by the dozen. Maybe the weapon producers and sellers might get something out of it. But I strongly believe that the energy we send out into the world comes back to us manyfold. If it is an aggressive and overpowering energy we will experience aggression. If it is a loving and healing energy we will experience love and healing. What do you choose today?

 

Lean Against And Listen ~ 10dec16 ~ So many of us!

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It is Saturday and if I do not have time to take part in Linda’s wonderful “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” I do my own Stream of Consciousness Writing with a prompt that has helped me get back into writing many times. Feel free to try it out and let me know about the messages you received :-):

“I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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So many. So many of us. So many of us have perished in the attempt to cross over. This new world found in the depths of quantum physics was nothing like Baxter’s and Pratchett’s “Long World”.

It was terrifying this loneliness. There were no creatures. There were no humans. There were no plants. Just a great big nothing and if you had no creativity to imagine “your” world you just fell and fell and fell and never stopped falling in the great big nothing.

The writers and artists and musicians were lucky. They could create in the blink of an eye and like magic their worlds connected into a beautiful cobweb of music, stories and images. The greedy ones, though, those who had dominated the old world, they ended up under a pile of gold, oil and whatever their minds were attracted to. No air to breathe, no food to eat, no nothing.

And so, in what you might call “an act of the creator” not only the new world but also the old was freed from greed and its perpetrators.

I do not know how I managed. I was one of the greedy ones. So successful when the others tried their luck in the new world in the old one as none of them came back and I just took over their empires. It was so easy. I felt like heaven and I avoided the connection points to the new world like the plague.

Until… until I got lost in that jungle where they promised me more gems. Today I suspect it was a trap set by the creative ones. They had conned themselves into my trust making out they wanted more fame, money and success but what they really wanted was to get rid of me.

But know what? They did me a favour. I stepped into the elevator that supposedly led down into a mine and then I fell and fell and fell and I was terrified and then I remembered. I remembered the days when I collected shells on the beach before the patron of our family took away my dreams. My screams still hang around in the old world.

And now I live on this island full of shells and mango fruit and jumping fish. No one around to beg me for favours or pushing me onwards on that fateful path of greed.

Just now and then I hear another one screaming and I know I am just a blink away from the elevator where those who do not know end their old lives. It is terrifying. This loneliness when you fall. And when you realise you cannot imagine anything else than your greed!

Lean Against… and Listen ~ 5Nov16

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Ah, November is here. We are selling mince pies since two months and still hot cross buns. What the F…?! I do not get why British supermarkets do not get the idea of seasonality. Works well in Germany but well greed seems to be a strong power. On a different note though: Let’s get Stream of Consciousness and write:

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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Those were the days.

Christmas stuff was sold only at Christmas. You could really look forward to it. You were expecting cookies, mulled wine and mince pies from October onwards and were looking forward to it. If you were lucky you even got snow.

Even though where I come from we didn’t necessarily have snow in November or December but certainly from January until April. Snow! I can’t even remember how it feels like. The last I saw was in Winter 2012/13. I loved it.

In those days (not 2012/13 but “a little” earlier 😉 ) you looked forward to the season. Yes, it was a lot of preparation and some present shopping but it didn’t go overboard like it is nowadays.

Ah, this changes into my yearly “I hate Christmas today” rant. Sorry, my dear readers, but it bugs me. As I said above we are selling mince pies since September but still are baking hot cross buns. Last year I had a customer asking in December if we’d had hot cross buns. I must have looked at her like she’s from Mars.

Why on earth can’t you just have hot cross buns around Easter? Why do you need to eat it all year round? It’s nothing special if you have it all year round. Do you think that is why people are so unhappy? They do not have that experience of looking forward to something because you only have it at a certain time of the year.

There is nothing wrong with restricting yourself. But I’m losing my train of thought. I am going to have a holiday soon. One week in November and another one the week that goes into December. That will be heaven to get some rest before the annual Christmas crazy begins. And no I am not writing anymore about it now. I leave that for December when I need to vent some more frustration!

Sorry.

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Lean Against… and Listen ~ 29Oct16

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Not only this week is over also the month. Another two days and we are back into November and remembering and probably storms and a lot of cold. So let’s curl up in front of the fire and write:

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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BucketList for the new week

  • dance a little
  • clear up that mess
  • bake delicious cookies
  • make plans
  • fulfil some of those goals
  • read
  • listen to music
  • write a poem
  • recite a poem
  • go for a walk

and

have I  mentioned dance a little? 😉

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Lean Against… and listen ~ 22Oct16

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Really? Another week over? Well, let’s get Stream of Consciousness and writing :-):

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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“You gotta get up and try and try and try….”

Pink is dancing colourfully. Movements smooth like a cat hunting down a mouse. Or playing with its young. Or stretching on a sunny spot in the garden.

Fire. It burns. It doesn’t mean you gonna die as Pink sings. No, you don’t. Pain doesn’t mean your life had or has no use. Pain means you are alive. Pain means you learn your lessons. Pain means you are human.

Pain is part of life. Maybe not a beautiful one but certainly an important one. The life lesson which you learned in pain will stay with you. It will make the pleasure more pleasurable and the presents more precious.

And if the pain is taking over then all you can do is get up and try and try and try….!

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Lean Against… and Listen ~15Oct16

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For a few weeks, I will not take part in Linda’s wonderful and peculiar “Stream of Consciousness Saturday” due to our move. However,  I have remembered a blog meme I have done a lot over the years. It is called “Lean against… and listen” and is a brilliant “Stream of Consciousness” writing prompt. This is how it goes:

I quote Kasey Mathews from the WANA group “Write to Heal” for this writing prompt: 

“With paper and pen, or computer handy, lean back in your chair, or against the wall, or a sofa, etc., close your eyes and imagine you are sitting under a large tree with your back resting against the trunk. On the other side of the tree, a Storyteller has come to sit down and also rest against the tree trunk. With eyes still closed, just listen. Wait for the Storyteller to begin his or her story. When you hear it begin, simply write down all that you hear. “

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46 autumns. Or maybe 47. I was born in autumn. Or do you prefer fall? Fall. I like that. It sounds like falling leaves. But I also don’t like it. It sounds like elderly people falling on wet leaves.

46 or 47 autumns. How did I  manage to get nearly to 50 in the blink of an eye? I turn around and see that toddler running around in a garden full of flowers and red currants and apples and then I turn back and I am going to have my own garden fully overgrown by time and forced neglect.

What will we build? How many autumns are given to us? I will cherish every single one of them!

 

SoCS has coin

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socsbadge2016-17I am tired. I need a coffee. I am too lazy to get up and make myself one. The best husband (Jeremy Clarkson voice) in the world is at work and can’t make me one. How on earth can I write a #SoCS post in this state?

Well, maybe that is the best way. Besides no coffee, I have no coin either. Well, of course, I have just about enough to pay the bills and not let the family go hungry and I am more than grateful for that. There are more than enough people in the world who are not that lucky.

But sometimes, just sometimes I would like to have just a little bit more to not having to count the coins while shopping. (Did I just coin a phrase here? 😉 )

But I am not complaining. As I said: There are lots of people who are a lot worse off than we are. Which reminds me that I am one of those people who do not have any coins in their wallet anymore. I pay most of my things either with my bank cards or do it online anyway. If I could I’d do all my shopping online and could stay out of shops. Working there is more than enough of the fun.

Next thing that comes to mind is how many coins I have seen in my life. I grew up in a family who loved to travel and had family in two other countries. My father’s brother lives in Switzerland and my grandmothers family lived in the then still German Democratic Republic. We went on holiday to Spain, Hungary, Switzerland, the GDR and they let me go on trips with the church to Sweden. I went to France with school and on holiday on my own to Poland, Denmark and Ireland. And we went shopping in the Netherlands. And all that before the Euro was on. I still have a tin full of old coins from all over Europe. Unfortunately, that is already packed in a box otherwise, I would take a photo.

Of course, the stubborn British kept their own coin which is in a little trouble right now and will be for a while. Will be interesting when the travel loving brits who voted for Brexit figure out how expensive their holidays are going to get because the worth of the British coin has fallen into nowhere. But never mind they’ll survive and go on holiday to great British seaside ;-). I am sorry for those though who opposed Brexit and there are more than enough of those in this country.

And I remember there are two sides of a coin. Because the British will get a lot more tourism in now that it is a lot cheaper for the rest of Europe to come here. The question is: Do they want to?

Ok, before I get too political I think I leave and make myself that coffee. With lots of cinnamon, cloves and cardamom. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate. And milk. And vanilla sugar. I don’t even have to toss a coin to decide on that one ;-). Maybe that’ll give me the inspiration for a way to coining it ;-).

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photo credit: Sarah via Flickr

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This post takes part in Linda’s wonderful Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Today’s prompt was (guess what? 😉 ) “Coin“. Please head over and find more brilliant #SoCS posts in the comments.

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