Daniel Bird Daniel Bird
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Great detail! I very much appreciate when people do detail well. You do it so naturally! I love the way you describe the tree, the way you do it in a way that rolls through the story like a little wave, so free and easy and filled with colour and weight! Great job!

Leoni Carlson Leoni Carlson
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Thanks! This was the part I thought I hadn't done well enough, so thank you very much for the praise!

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Under A Calming Canopy

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This is probably the piece that inspired to me to keep writing. This was the first voice that I recorded, so it may be rough, but it represents a milestone in my life.

It astounds me, that I could have been so angry in my younger years. Don’t misunderstand me. I was never angry outwardly, that might have given me some peace, but I was angry, venomously angry, inside. In secluded corners I would express my anger with silent venomous thoughts. I was never capable of simply throwing things or breaking things, like other children I knew of. I can’t really say that these moods, or spurts of inner fury, were unsolvable. In fact, there was one thing that always seemed to calm me.

   On these occasions, I would go out of the house, and walk into the large garden surrounding my parents home. Almost in the middle of the plot, was my eventual destination: a tree. Of course, this wasn’t just any sort of tree, this was a Tippiana, a very large and beautiful one at that. To this day, I have never found its equal. It’s a funny thing about memories; it wouldn’t matter if that tree had been damaged, had grown sickly, or even been cut down, it would still remain the same in my mind.

   The great trunk of the tree spread large roots into the ground, which stretched wide enough for me to sit between them comfortably. The trunk surged upwards with two large branches which themselves led on to smaller sister branches. The whole tree encompassed a large amount of space, and, at certain times of the day, you had all the shade you needed. It had more leaves than any of the other trees on the plot, and every autumn when it changed its leaves for new ones, the keys would attack the windows of our house in a constant cacophony of dings and whirs. And, added to all this, the tree was my only source of peace.  I would sit with my anger under this glorious tree, and look up at the leaves that seemed to gently float on the top of the highest branches of the tree. 2 comments

   Sometimes I would climb, depending on the depth of restlessness that I felt within me. It seemed my anger drove me to climb to its end. I would sit perfectly still. I didn’t particularly want to think about anything; rather, I would go through a process much like de-cluttering my head, so that I was left empty. When I was really upset, the tree had much more serious healing to do. No matter how hard I cried or how much I thought the world was going to end, the Tippiana tree just stood there, steadfast and silent, and yet sympathizing with my pain, and slowly healing me with its gentle swaying in the wind, its absolute serenity, and its promise of a constant and unfaltering love. I could lose myself in the slight motion of the branches.

   Beneath the calming canopy, my anger never lasted long. Under my tree I began to get less and less angry, feel less and less restless. And now, even though I will probably never see it again, there is a continual reminder of what that tree represented in my life. I will always have the image of it engraved in my memory. When I am in any way angry, or feeling the least bit restless, I stop and concentrate. I can hear the branches swaying, I can feel the hard bark, and I know that whatever I am going through will pass. It is as if the tree is still with me, rooted in my heart.

   If it had had a message for me, it might have been that it doesn’t have to move at all, that the earth is already spinning regardless of our frustrations: meaning to me that you shouldn’t let your life become so vexing that you burn inside. You should, sometimes, let go of what angers you.

With anger like that you only hurt yourself. I learned a great thing about myself from sitting under a Tippiana tree, and that was that I can choose to forget my anger. And so can anyone, who, through a bit of luck, can sit under a Tippiana tree.

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