Memory number deux.
In the still of the noon, I held you so I wouldn't fall to my doom. Hah. Just kidding.
But seriously, I learned much about the importance of silent observance while in my tree, watching the effect the wind had on each branch or observing the soccer playing Hispanic teams practicing for hours on end. This was also my time to be by myself. It was the only time I was free of any communication to the visible world around me and my only time to feel grounded while feeling free like the wind. It was when I was most at ease with everything, in my neutral state.
Why then, if I did this many, many times, did this one time stay with me?
Let me explain.
One day, I decided to talk to my tree. I told him stories of my adventures in the forest, even though he witnessed most of them. I told him about my family and what we did as entertainers. I don't have the slightest idea why I decided to give speeches or tell tales to my tree, but as I continued to do this, I learned so much. I was being given as I was giving. My thoughts were sharp and quite astoundingly brilliant for me, but I didn't know that. I also felt Heavenly Father's love for me, burning/tingling in my entire being. I have no idea who I have told about my tree, but now you all know.
What is the point of this? Give to receive. I've found that the things brought to my mind are often the markers for the direction I need to move in.
Then here I go!
Cheerios, good chaps and laces.
Dallin "DJ Hugs" Hughes
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