was once a tree in the forest who felt very sad and
lonely for her trunk was hollow and her head was lost in
the mist seemed so thick that her head felt divided from
the other trees, she appeared quite strong, but rather
aloof, for no wind ever sent her branches to them.
felt if she bent she would break, yet she grew so tired
of standing straight.
it was with relief that in a mighty storm she was thrown
to the ground. The tree was split, her branches
scattered, her roots torn up and her bark was charred
and blackened. She felt stunned, and though her head was
clear of the mist, she felt her sap dry as she felt her
deadness revealed when the hollow of her trunk was open
to the sky.
other trees looked down and gasped, and didn?t quite
know whether to turn their branches politely away or
whether to try to cover her emptiness and blackness with
their green and brown.
tree moaned for her own life and feared to be suffocated
by theirs. She felt she wanted to lay bare and open to
the wind and the rain, and the sun, and that in time she
would grow up again, full and brown, from the ground.
it was that with the wetness of the rain she put down
new roots, and by the warmth of the sun she stretched
forth new wood.
the wind her branches bent to other trees, and as their
leaves rustled and whispered in the dark, and in the
light, the tree felt loved, and laughed with life.
From R.D. Laing & Anti-Psychiatry,
published in 1971.