The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn.
--
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Once upon a time......
"What a splendid view I have! I'm up so nice and
high! Ahhh.. such delicious air!
Such beautiful green grass below! And look at
those fluffy clouds, why they almost
look are forming the shape of a... a .. squirrel.
SQUIRREL!! Hurry up and shift you
old taunting cloud! I think I'm going to relax
and enjoy the view. I am a well rounded
and formed acorn, my grandpappy acorn would be
proud if he could see me now!
Ugh! He-e-e-l-l-lp...!! PLUNK!! Ouch! What the ...? Where am I? Where's my
view? What's this green stuff? Long skinny
leaves? Oh no! It's GRASS. So this
is what it looks like up close.... it looked so
much nicer and softer from afar, a
lovely green carpet on which to imagine lying. Now
that I am here.. it's a bit spiky
I'd say. So why was I kicked out of my lovely home
in the sky? I paid my rent didn't I?
(He scrunches up his little acorn face trying to
remember...) Oh the mind must be
going... I can't remember a thing. I can't imagine
the branch would have allowed me
to stay so long if I hadn't paid my fair share.
Where is my branch? I've got a few
choice words to have with it! Well now that I am
here on the grass I always imagined
lying on.. I think I'll roll around and find a
comfortable spot and have a snooze.
So the acorn went off rolling and rolling looking
for the perfect blades of grass to
snooze on. Finally he found them, two blades close
together and looking beckoning,
so off to dreamland he went. A sweet dream of
still being high floating on the breeze
in his branch he was having as a he felt something
wet poking at him. "What's that?
Who goes there?" Then a sharp knife like thing
poked at him hard and he opened his
eyes to find himself face to face, or face to snout
with a giant squirrel. A VERY big
squirrel. To an acorn all squirrels are giant.
"GO AWAY YOU GIANT SQUIRREL!
Leave me alone! I am just an innocent acorn
enjoying a snooze. Look I already was
booted out of my home in the sky today, I don't
need any crap from you, you bully you!"
The acorn decided if he screamed loud enough the
squirrel would run off like the nasty
criminal he was. So he gathered all his might and
let out a ... NOTHING! Nothing! Not
one sound. The acorn was flabbergasted. "I've
lost my voice too?" Oh this is not good,
he thought. This has got to be one of the worst
days of my brief life! No wonder the
squirrel hasn't moved on. As a matter of fact the
squirrel was poking and biting at the acorn
even more. The little acorn began to cry. He did
not want to have his life end this way.
Then suddenly the squirrel sat upright and dropped
the acorn. "Maybe my tears frightened
him! Maybe he has never seen an acorn cry?"
Indeed the squirrel was a bit frightened by
the 2 droplets of water that leaked out of the
acorn he was ruthlessly attacking. The
squirrel backed up and stared at the acorn, then
made some chattering sound and turned
and ran off. The acorn rejoiced! He wanted to
bounce in delight. He thought of his favorite
dream, about a little yellow daffodil who a big oak
tree sheltered and loved. This little yellow
daffodil lived longer than any other daffodil and
had become famous. "Maybe I can become
famous too!" thought the acorn. I too will live
the longest and be beloved! And every day
as the people walked by and the children came out
to the field to play the little acorn sat
up as tall and straight as he could, but alas no
one saw him. He was brown and small
and buried within the blades of grass. He knew
he'd have to relocate. "Yes, that's the
answer!" So the little brown acorn set off to
roll and roll and roll to a better location with
a bit more breathing room beyond the grass
blades.
Phew... exhausted and sweating, days later he
finally arrived on a nice large area of brown
dirt. No grass to obstruct and hide him. He'd
solicited the help of the cat with the sparkly
collar to bat him part of the way. Even though it
was a bit rough, he was grateful, he was
able to cross 10 feet with the help of that cat!
"Now I'll be discovered! Now I'll be praised
and loved! Now I'll be famous!" So the little
acorn sat and sat and sat and sat. Not one
person saw him Another squirrel made an attempt to
crack him and eat him, but he
remembered that squirrels were afraid of acorns
that cried tears, so he began to cry and cry
and as before the squirrel dropped him and scurried
off. The air was getting so cool and the
leaves were falling off of the giant oak and the
other trees. "I hope they don't fall on me! I'll
never be discovered under a pile of leaves!" But
he acorn was far enough away from the mighty
oak so no leaves fell on him. So he passed his
days being the best acorn he could be so he
would be discovered and beloved by the
townspeople. Suddenly he heard a voice... big and
booming... it was the oak! "Son, what are you
doing all the way over there! You must have
worked hard to get so far!" The acorn spun about
and looked at the oak and replied "Yes, I
have and I will become famous like the daffodil! I
will be loved and in the newspapers too!"
The oak smiled, not really sure what famous
daffodil the acorn was referring to. "Yes you
will said the oak", always one to encourage and
love. The acorn glowed. "You actually have
given yourself a very special opportunity that most
acorns don't get" "Oh?" replied the acorn,
"to be famous like the daffodil?" "You will be
loved and famous, but not like the daffodil, in
your own way. Most acorns fall underneath me and
get buried by the leaves I drop, or they
get eaten by the squirrels. You have figured out
that the squirrels don't like acorns that are
leaking drops of water so you have survived." The
acorn smiled proudly. "Yes, I am smart
and strong! I have survived!" The oak continued,
"you now have the opportunity to accomplish
the highest mission of an acorn. I am proud to
call you my son!" The acorn blinked and wondered
what was the highest mission an acorn could
accomplish. The oak was silent and the acorn
thought and thought and thought. The days passed
and he still had not been discovered, not
gotten famous nor even noticed except for a passing
squirrel or two who ran off as soon as he
leaked a few tears. He still had no idea what an
acorn's highest mission was, but he was glad
he was going to accomplish it. He slept happy each
night, on the moist brown dirt and sniffed
lovingly at the crisp fall air each day. He
listened to the plunk plunk plunk of his fellow acorns
as they hit the ground one by one. They, however
were underneath the mighty oak and soon
were covered by the oak's blanket of leaves. "They
won't be discovered under there that's for
sure, but they will be protected and warm
throughout the winter.
The acorn began to feel funny, he felt like
something was changing inside of him. He didn't
know what so he just dismissed it. Cold rains had
fallen and the ground was very wet and
he found himself sinking into the wet dirt. It
felt lovely and nice. The acorn awoke to discover
that he was no longer sitting on top of the soil,
someone has stepped on the dirt where he
lay pressing him deep into the soil. OH NO.. "I'll
never be discovered down here!" So he
began to plot his escape to the surface .... before
he could execute his plan, he began to
dissolve. To die. He cried, his body was failing
him when he needed it most. To die under
the earth, what a humiliating death for an acorn.
He failed. He failed at being discovered he
had lost his focus on figuring out what the
greatest mission an acorn could accomplish was.
He was sorrowful, he failed at the greatest mission
an acorn could accomplish. He was sure
of it. He failed and now he could nothing about
it. He was very sad. Each day his body
decayed and fell apart until there was nothing much
left of him. He sent his thanks and
goodbyes to all of his acorn friends, his loving
home branch and his big mighty oak father
and then he died. His acorn body was gone.
Years later the children played in the field and
had picnics with their families. The dogs
played and barked and the cats chased lots of
squirrels and chipmunks about. And over
all the proceedings
a second oak watched smiling. He was a tall and strong oak with dark
brown bark and a
wide canopy of leaves. He was a favorite tree to climb because he was
just
the perfect size for climbing and the children
played hide and seek behind his thick trunk. His
branches held acorns this year and he was proud.
It was the first year ever he had produced
acorns and he had produced a good crop. As he
thought proudly of his acorn crop something
in his distant memory began to come into
focus. Something about an acorn lifetime. The oak
laughed to himself, "I wonder where that came
from! An acorn? Me? I am a mighty oak of 25
years, I hardly think my life memory could be one
of an acorn!" Then another distant thought
stirred and he heard his papa saying something...
something about the "greatest mission an
acorn could accomplish". He shook
his branches bewildered. He had no idea what that could
be, but he hoped that his acorns would be able to
accomplish this great mission. Well, on with
soaking up the sun and strengthening my acorns and
playing hide and seek with the children,
he declared. I am a mighty oak and I shall
continue to make the townspeople happy as they
sit in my shade. Then out of the corner of his
eye... he noticed there underneath his right
branches something tiny, something yellow and
something crying very sadly. It was a daffodil.
A lone daffodil.
Dinky began to droop his beautiful yellow petals.
His stem hung over and he looked dreadfully
sad. Suddenly, the big oak called down to him,
startling the little daffodil. "Whoa there little
yellow flower, why so gloomy? Don't you realize
how very special you are?" Dinky straightened
his stem and looked right up at the very, tall and
big oak towering above him and said plainly.
"No, I don't feel special at all!"
The mighty oak spent his days sheltering and loving
the little yellow daffodil and they both became
quite beloved and famous. They were in all the
papers. The dream the little acorn had so many
years ago was about himself! His dream came true
and so did his wish to become famous and beloved.
Only the acorn never realized he was to become a
giant oak by accomplishing the greatest mission
any acorn could accomplish. The mighty oak had
no recollection of his acorn days and had no
idea he had planted the seed of his and the little
yellow daffodil's fame except for distant dream that
~~~~~ We have no idea what will be fruits
of our focused thoughts and feelings in the days, months
or years to come. If we can be steadfast and
strong like the acorn we too will be blessed with
accomplishing the greatest mission that each one of
us can accomplish. ~~~~~
Read the Tale of Dinky, The Little
Yellow Daffodil (and his big oak) and their special
relationship
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That'll do it for this week's issue of Energy
Currents! I hope you enjoyed the fable and found
a special message in the story for you. It wanted
to be written and I let it out. :-)
Sending you positive and healing energy for a fabulous week filled with Joy, Abundance and Love!
Until next week.
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In Appreciation and Joy!
Amy
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