She found herself beneath the snow-dressed limbs of the Sisters. Tears already welling in her eyes, her jaws were clenched tight, resisting the waves threatening to break over her. And as she paused beneath her old friends, she decided she was a little mad at the Sisters. Wasn’t she there, nearly every day? Asking, thanking, and trying to find a better feeling? Weren’t these Sisters the old matriarchs, the spirits of the forest? Didn’t these beautiful ones, standing there every day, amongst all their family, so wise, possess all the knowledge of the Universe? Giving and giving each of them, to all who happen by – every day?
“I’m so worn down with this” she thought. “I’m here every day, working, focusing on the answers, the solutions – and you don’t bring them to me!” She looked up and so she decided to sit there, under the Sisters’ limbs, amongst their family and wait. “I’m just going to sit right here until I feel better! I’m not going to DO anymore.” And she glared up through the branches, demanding more.
“Good day Dear One” said the Sisters, “why do you not glide through all the fresh fallen snow today?”
“I’m tired of not feeling good, of never having what I desire…………..” the woman said with narrowed eyes and tight lips.
“But doesn’t the exhilaration of moving through the snow give you a good feeling?”
“No. Not today.” Then feeling a bit sorry for being so short, “My heart is heavy today. I’m having trouble feeling that today.”
“Well, perhaps you should just try anyway……….” the Sisters suggested quietly.
“NO! Don’t you get it?!” she flared again, “I do that every day, and nothing changes!”
The Sisters were silent for many moments, their gentle breathe drifting down with the falling snow. “Didn’t you feel better yesterday? Didn’t the air feel good as you moved through it? Didn’t we look pretty with the sun shining through our bare branches?”
And the woman stood up and began putting on her skis, wanting to leave behind the feelings that were not good, not caring that the Sisters were pretty … that didn’t solve her problems!
“No! The snow was hard and icy and I almost fell.” she almost growled and began moving away.
“Are you feeling better now? Is that why you’re heading up the hill?”
“NO! You know I’m not. You’re making me feel like I’m doing something wrong, sitting here, and besides, this doesn’t work, there is no better feeling here!” And the woman skied away, huffing and puffing up the hill, feeling righteously indignant because even the Sisters didn’t understand. She felt a little less sad, though quite a bit more mad. “I’m going to quit coming here, the Sisters don’t really help at all,” she thought.
She continued up the hill, tying not to notice how the soft new snow made a pleasant sound under her skis.
The woman saw some other people and she grumbled to herself about too many people on the trails these days, and she recognized someone. The other person smiled and waved and commented “Isn’t the new snow wonderful?”
“Well, yes it is.” The woman answered, thinking she felt relieved that they kept moving and didn’t want to stop and talk. And she sighed.
She kept going up the hill and watched a magpie cross the sky above the hill, and she thought of the flying dreams she had and she felt the heaviness lift, just a bit. She noticed the fresh scent of the pine trees and saw the chickadees flitting about from branch to branch, finding their lunch.
Eventually, she found herself beneath the Sisters’ limbs once again. She paused to catch her breath.
“Would you like to wait here until you feel better” the Sisters asked.
“No,” the woman replied.
“Do you need to glide more and then feel better?” they asked.
After she waited a while, and felt warm, easy joy spreading through her, she continued back down the hill, and she heard the Sisters whisper on the falling snowflakes, “there is great love for you here, all is well.”
The Sisters are real, they are aspen trees. I see them almost every day on my outing with the dogs. They do impart great knowledge and love to me every blessed day I’m there. :o) Aren’t they beautiful?