I know a little girl who is fascinated with flowers and trees. She can also hear the wind whispering in her ear. In the village where she comes from, she is often ridiculed for caring about such “trivial” things. Regardless of what anybody says, she continues to persevere because she wants to be invited in.
One day, she feels the need to greet the most majestic tree she has ever seen in her life. The tree seems ancient, with its branches spreading in all directions. The little girl tries to hug it, but her arms are falling short. Not knowing what else to do, she decides to say hello to the tree.
The tree replies, “How’s the ‘chid?”
Laughing, the little girl answers, “Kid’s good.”
How many times do we say hello with the hope to get into someone’s inner circle?
The little girl’s attention moves to a cobra dragon resting nearby. “I guess all tree castles need a sentinel,” she wonders out loud.
“Would you like to visit in?” asks the tree.
The little girl pauses a moment, then shyly agrees. ‘It is not every day a tree invites you in,’ she smiles to herself.
Trying to find a point of entry, she circles the tree three times, but to no avail; she cannot see the door and becomes anxious because of it.
Sensing her anxiousness, the tree gently states,
“When invited in, the door gets opened.”
Realizing that the tree had just made a valid point, the little girl laughs heartily and patiently stands in the rain while waiting for a door to magically appear and open.
But to her great surprise and dismay, the tree suddenly urges her, “You must leave. Now!”
For the little girl, this change of mood and circumstance seems so sudden. As she turns around to honour the tree’s request, she comes face to face with a middle-aged woman, who has deep slanted eyes and one of the whitest complexions she has ever witnessed in her life.
The woman is wearing a black bomber jacket, black pants, and black shoes. Even her hair is jet black. She is holding a black umbrella in one hand and is pushing a black baby carriage with the other. She looks at the little girl with piercing eyes. Taking out of her purse a small bag of cat treats labelled Temptations, she feeds them to whatever is inside the baby carriage.
“Do babies eat cat treats?” she asks the woman before she realizes that the grown-up is pushing a black little dog in her black stroller. Not knowing what else to do, she decides to say hello to the woman. But the woman refuses to greet her back. Still, the little girl continues to persevere.
“Such a beautiful tree, don’t you think?” she asks the woman, feeling hopeful for a positive answer on the adult’s part.
“Mmm…” was all the woman could say.
“Are you sure?” asks the little girl, wanting to connect deeper.
“Mmm….” replies the woman again.
With all her might, the little girl feels for the woman, she feels for the tree. All she wants is to get invited in, but a door must open for that to happen.
Until such moment occurs for her, this inner child continues to listen to the wind whispering in her ear and is more fascinated than ever with flowers and trees.
My name is Anne Beaulieu and I am an Emotional Intelligence Coach who assists her clients in connecting deeper with their inner child. I can be reached at https://walkinginside.com/contact-us
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