The carpenter we hired to help us restore an old farmhouse had just finished a rough first day on the job. A flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric saw quit, and now his beat-up pickup truck refused to start.
While we drove him home, he sat in stony silence.
On arriving, he invited us in to meet his family.
As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.
When he opened the door, he underwent an amazing transformation. His tanned face is a wreath in smiles as he hugs his two small children and kisses his wife.
Afterward, he walks us to the car. We pass the tree, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.
“Oh, that’s my trouble tree,” he replied.” I know I can’t help having troubles on the job and in life, but one thing’s for sure, problems don’t belong in the house with my wife and the children. So I hang them on the tree every night when I come home. Then in the morning, I pick them up again.”
Today, I’m trying to get myself back into writing on my blog.
It’s been a difficult start in 2020. I wish I could reboot the year.
I plan on being more consistent. I don’t know what direction I will journey.
I do know I will showcase more writing and fewer challenges.
Everyone, please stay safe during this COVID 19 time.
We’re all fighting the battle together.
This is a post from 2014 to get me back on track.
Ironically, it’s befitting for our lives now.
I gift myself with the power to LOVE myself.
My LOVE will provide for me a life without restrictions or judgments.
LOVE, you show me the path I must travel.
You are my direct route to my destiny.
Today, everyone will be touched by my HEART.
I want the LOVE in me to be the light that brings LOVE to you. 🙏🏻Namaste🙏🏻
Isadora
