The Strength of the Weeping Willow

As I become older, I find myself getting “weaker,” as I have always thought of that word, rather than “stronger,” as I thought I would.  I more often get emotionally overwrought, or find that I have to take a break from life for a day or two, or am deeply wounded by something that is said that would not have bothered me in the past.  I have always thought that “strong” meant that you were able to withstand the worst that life could throw at you and still function everyday, appearing cheerful and content.  I no longer believe that.

When I am distressed, it is generally from witnessing someone else’s tragedy, even if in a book or movie, losing loved ones, or finding myself in a situation where people are being unkind and uncompassionate to one another.  The older I get, the less I am able to keep up that boundary between myself and my “world” and others and “their world.”  What happens to someone in Mali, happens to me.  When I see a child being berated in a store, I no longer think “can’t they take that outside?”, but instead consider what that child’s life must be like to be treated that way all the time and how that will affect her or his future well being.  I no longer only get angry when someone doesn’t treat me well, but instead I am sorry for whatever has happened to them to make them bitter.

To me, “strength” was always symbolized by a tall, straight pine tree trunk, standing steady in all weather, holding up all the branches and leaves.  But now I think that real strength comes from the roots.  That’s where the tree soaks up the outside world and uses it to create the beautiful and sheltering trunk and branches.  Real strength is being able to take the cries and sorrows of the world within yourself and make them into something healing and nurturing.  But, transformation is never purely an act of building up.  First you must truly feel all that you have taken in and let it rip you apart, if it must, so that you can bring it back to the world in some other form, whether as a story or poem, or social activism, or just a more loving manner. 

When I seemed to withstand so much, I think it was because I had made the walls around me thicker so that I wouldn’t have to think too much about what I was seeing.  Also, it has only been in the past ten years that I have seen tragedy happen to my own family, seen loved ones truly suffer.  There came a moment, witnessing my mother’s death, when I could no longer keep out the world, when I began to really be in the truth of what was happening around me.

What if we lived in a world where strength was defined differently?  What if strength was the ability to feel the pain of others, even if it sometimes left you unable to function for awhile?  What if strength was the ability to be torn apart by the suffering of others so that it could be transformed into healing within yourself and then brought back out to the world? 

What if a strong community and nation was one where we come to one another’s aid and hold each other up as we feel and empathize, where we celebrate together each other’s triumphs?  What if bearing emotional and physical pain without asking for help was not considered weak, just unnecessary, so that never again would someone go without medical treatment or counseling because of what others might think?  What if weakness was having a center that is too undeveloped to let in life’s experiences, but that this was considered to be simply an indication of a need to grow, not a personal failing?

What if the symbol of strength was a weeping willow as well as a majestic pine? What kind of world would we live in?
 

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Aerolin
    Oct 25, 2007 @ 22:59:03

    Stunning post, carolyn. This is something that has been coming up for me recently as well. The Oneness of everything and the need to redefine strength so that we can heal as a world. Grace over at The Wild Pomegranate has a ‘daily om’ as one of her more recent entries that really captures the redefining of strength. I recommend taking a look if you haven’t yet!

    On a lighter note, I’ve tagged you for a meme if you want to play!

    Hugs to you 🙂

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  2. carolynlboyd
    Oct 25, 2007 @ 23:15:09

    Thank you! I will go over to Grace’s and read her post. I’ve been overwhelmed with family things lately, so haven’t gone visiting to other blogs as much as I would like, but plan to this weekend. I’m new to blogging, and so I have no idea what a meme is, but when I research it and figure it out, I would love to play!

    Hugs back to you!

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  3. signmom
    Oct 26, 2007 @ 14:03:37

    Thank you so much for this post. I have been feeling as if something must be wrong with me because of how overwhelmed (nearly overwrought) I become as I see another hurting. It is a comfort to me to think that instead of seeing these moments as breakdowns, I can think of them as moments of building up a different kind of strength.

    I’m glad the post was helpful. So much changes for the better when we share with each other new ways of looking at the world. Thank you for sharing your views of the world, too!

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  4. inooshi
    Nov 01, 2007 @ 14:34:57

    Wonderful post! This reminds me of our family’s good experience with hospice workers, who compassionately helped us care for our parents in their last days, with spirituality and gentleness. Their acceptance of the dying process was a wonderful revelation in our death-denying culture. Their ability to work in a context where they were continually losing patients to death shows their spiritual strength. There is a beautiful book by two hospice nurses called Final Gifts, about the special gifts the dying give us, sometimes in communications we have to de-code to understand.

    That is indeed a wonderful book, Noosh, and I am still inspired by the way the hospice workers understand the wheel of life and honor it by helping in the dying process. What an amazing calling being a hospice worker is.

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