The Boy and the Apple Tree

In a beautiful house in the countryside lived an eight-year-old boy with his family. He loved playing in the garden, especially when his grandfather came to visit.

His favorite spot was an old apple tree, strong and generous, that filled the garden every year with blossoms and fruits.

He loved it so much that he built a small treehouse with his grandfather among its strongest branches. There, between laughter and play, the boy experienced some of the happiest moments of his life.

But one day, his beloved grandfather passed away. Overcome with sadness, the boy distanced himself from the tree, which now carried memories he wasn't ready to face.

The apple tree, once so resilient, began to change. Its leaves dried up. Its branches became fragile.Worried, the boy tried everything: watering, fertilizing, caring.But nothing seemed to bring the tree back to life.

While going through old letters and photographs, the boy discovered something about the tree:It had been planted by a family who had to leave the house suddenly shortly after.For a long time, the tree stood alone, untouched, uncared for.

It survived, but deep in its roots, the pain of abandonment remained. A silent, invisible wound, still alive even though unnoticed.

Now, without the loving presence of the boy and his grandfather, the old wound reopened and revealed itself through the symptoms the boy could see.

Und nun, ohne die liebevolle Gegenwart des Jungen und seines Großvaters, brach diese alte Wunde wieder auf und zeigte sich in den Symptomen, die der Junge sah.

Then the boy understood: The symptoms were not the real problem. What was making the tree sick was a much older, hidden wound buried deep in the roots.

With this realization, the boy started tending to the roots, patiently and mindfully. The wound healed, and the tree blossomed once again. But now, there was awareness:Even healed, the tree carried a scar and needed ongoing care. Because every wound, even healed, remains a sensitive point.

And so it is with us: Our symptoms, our fears, our pains are often just the falling leaves. The real wound lies hidden where few dare to look.

And it is there, at the roots of our story, that healing begins. And in conscious awareness lies the secret to living more fully in the present and less tied to the pains of our past.

Namaste!

Narjara Thamiz

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