Lessons from a Humble Tree: Discovering My Life Reflected in Nature

Today, I encountered a beautiful presence in the forest. It was situated off the main path on a rugged bike trail, ideal for exploration and off-roading. It seemed fitting to find my companion there, in a sunlit spot where we both could bask in the light.

This tree had a flat trunk adorned with vibrant, fuzzy moss, so I gently sought permission before settling on this inviting, cozy place.

Some roots were exposed and intricately interwoven, leading to an intriguing contrast of thick branches—one growing vertically and the other horizontally.

The tree shared stories of its struggles, holding on during fierce storms. Its resilience was evident, determined to live its life to the fullest.

It spoke of its unique branch system: one prominent branch grew upright, conforming to societal expectations, tall and poised like its forest siblings.

Another branch, more rebellious, extended horizontally from the base, carving its own path until it was abruptly halted. This limb had been cut to accommodate trail-goers, stunted by human interference for veering off course.

I felt a pang of sadness at this harsh reality, yet continued to listen.

The tree spoke of its duality—the conforming side and the adventurous, bold side that thrived despite its imperfections. Birds still perched on it, finding strength and support.

I was struck by the similarity to my own journey.

As a child, I was the perfect Kristin, excelling in academics, ballet, sports, crafts, and family roles, doing what was expected by loved ones, teachers, and coaches.

I hid my sensitivity, striving to fit into society, my biggest secret.

In college, I continued this pattern, avoiding intense emotions (unaware of my Scorpio moon at the time). I hid behind a cycle of bulimia, feeling it was my only control. Outwardly composed, but inwardly tormented.

In my 20s, I began to rebel. I left my corporate job to travel solo in Southeast Asia, attended culinary school in Italy, became a yoga instructor in Costa Rica, cooked on regenerative farms, traveled to exotic places, moved to California, sought healers and unconventional practices, fell in love with a German woman, worked part-time, relocated to places where nature and spirituality merged, eloped with my wife, and made a home in tiny spaces with our rescue dogs.

These experiences enriched my essence, healing wounds of perfectionism, conformity, and fear of judgment.

I embraced a free-spirited, non-conforming life which was always meant to be a part of my path.

Gradually, I listened to my body's needs, not dictated by the diet industry. I purified my water, cleared emotions, cut unhealthy ties, and learned to feel fully.

I replaced fear-based thoughts with abundance, witnessing it manifest in gifts, compliments, and connections with people and communities. Many trips and memorable moments with family, friends, and alone.

My life thrived despite periods of stagnation, feeling out of place or like a black sheep.

I stand firmly in this life of intensity, learning about my hard edges, gentle heart, dynamic energy, small joys, love for writing, crafted items, rituals, and sanctuary spaces away from chaos.

I am growing, healing, and starting anew, grateful for this journey of self-discovery.

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As I concluded my conversation with this wise tree, I marveled at how my story mirrored nature.

We are all interconnected, requiring quiet and deep listening to connect with our planet's highly evolved cohabitants.

xx, Kristin