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The Land of Make-Be-Leave
by Jane Anderson
Once upon a time there was a wise old grandmother tree, standing tall and strong in the middle of a forest. Her trunk was wrinkly gnarled and full of character, deeply carved with the initials of all the sweethearts whose faith in never-ending love was fired beneath her canopy.
Many a summer of fresh green leaves unfurled to the murmur of love’s intent, and many a winter silhouetted her naked form against a full silver moon as she dream-planned her foliage wardrobe for the new spring season. Today the seedling spirits looked skyward into the folds of her branches through teary eyes, as this was the final autumn of her life. Her last leaves had been dropped to fertilise the soil for the spirit seedlings’ future lives. Come spring, they would be birthing their first greenery and she would be the shining star urging them heavenward.
"Many will be the influences that shape your growth, little ones," she began. "Some of you will know only the good things. Raindrops will soften your deepest roots and so you will believe that life will always support you. The leaves you sprout will be the sign of your be-leaf. You will be strong and green, and your fruits will be full and ripe. You are what you believe, or be-leave."
The spirit seedlings tingled with pleasure and each knew for sure that they would be well blessed by raindrops.
"Some of you will be sheltered and protected by mature trees, able to stretch out and sing to your heart’s content, safe in the knowledge that the sun will not dry you and people will not tread on you," she continued. "You will grow free to express your feelings in any shape you choose, to grow without need of defense against sun or people, because that is what you will grow to believe. And you are what you believe, or be-leave."
The spirit seedlings danced a graceful dance, extending their envisioned vulnerable leaf tips and waving them in the wind in total faith and security. Yes, each one affirmed, I will indeed be blessed by shelter from harsh sunlight and people.
"And some of you will burst through the soil to be greeted by the whine of hovering bugs, to feel the pressure of their expectation of their first juicy drink from your first-born leaf. And so you will believe, that life will be a struggle, that there will always be things to bug you and sap you of your energy. And whether or not the bugs that greeted you on your first day had intended to linger, they will listen to your new belief and they will stay. For they will know that you will always feed them, that you are there to suffer and provide for them, because you are what you believe, or be-leave."
The spirit seedlings sat quietly, each forlorn that such a sadness could befall them, each trying hard to commit the grandmother tree’s wisdom to heart: "You are what you believe, or be-leave."
Grandmother tree cast her last earthy breath as she passed the spirit seedlings on their journey earthward as she rose to heaven.
"Remember that what you make of your experience on earth is up to you, dear little ones. You can choose to be-leave in the raindrops, to be-leave in the shelter of older trees or to be-leave in the life-draining struggle against bugs. This is the secret of life: you choose which be-leafs to take from your experiences. You can choose to take on the be-leaf of the bugs that the purpose of your existence is to succour the needs of others at the expense of yourself. Or you can choose to leave the bugs to their own view of life and grow new be-leafs of your own making, too powerful for them to chew. They will move on. The choice is always yours, for the shape you make of your life is the shape of the be-leafs you choose to carry."
And though the spirit seedlings sprouted forth in total wisdom and faith, they soon bowed to the pressures of life in the land of make be-leave, beginning the life-long process of forgetting their spirit knowledge and stumbling through life borrowing the cloaks and be-leafs of others.
Grandmother tree smiled down from above, whispering into their dreams, "Experience is a greater teacher than I, dear little ones. Listen to your dreams and you will understand why things are the way they are. You will learn to feel compassion for others. You will find your heart and touch your soul through your relationships. You will discover what is right for you and you will learn to make courageous choices. Clothe yourself in the good be-leafs and give back the be-leafs that do not nourish you. Slowly, slowly you will remember that you are what you be-leave."
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