The Impossible Garden
& The Wildforest
ART & STORIES BY MARICHIT GARCIA
There will always be a period in our lives when things will seem to click and fall into place like crumbs on a trail that lead us to where we hope to go, or at least to where we can begin to go where we want. In such times we need to be alert, awake, and brave. We must be ready to flow while at the same time navigating the current with clarity of purpose.
Sometimes the first clue, or crumb, that is given may seem almost silly or strange. Fateful encounters often are. And by fate I do not mean the kind carved in stone and unchangeable. I mean the kind that is loose-ended depending on how we choose to take it. Remember that things become or stay as they are as we choose. It is we who write the story of our life.
Each of us also have our "signature" signals. We respond more to certain stimulus than others. We assign meanings on particular things more than others. It's our frequency, or wavelength, or whatever we want to call it. That is something that stems from the core of who we are, our inner language. That is why we get along better with some people and not others -- it has something to do with that inner language and what we find positive/negative, encouraging/disappointing, good/bad.
But sometimes we ignore the signals we are given because we think they are crappy or corny or cheesy, or just plain embarrassing to admit that we were moved by such. Sometimes we try to ride on other people's wavelengths but fall short because there will be dissonance at some point, and then we end up with half-baked selves based on someone else's core blueprint. The language we tried to adopt become gibberish and we could not penetrate any further, nothing makes sense.
The signals are based on our personal myths, drawn from the bigger mythologies, expressed accordingly to the times that we live in. They are the main vein by which we connect to the bigger scheme and receive our "messages", our answered prayers, and divine intervention. It's like a structure of meaning with which we are programmed, and the program is unique for each individual while at the same time it overlaps or resonates with others. It is how we are able to make sense of ourselves and the world, and it carries within its coding the answers and solutions to everything -- if only we are going to be willing to listen, if only we are willing to embrace and speak the language we have been given.
For some it is expressed in music, and the learning of life comes in songs or musical scores or soundtracks. A certain song heard on a particular time of day becomes a premonition. A line of lyrics leads to an epiphany. For others it is expressed in business, following hard logic and interpreting situations and people on economic and financial terms, measuring relationships by gains and losses.
The trick is to develop discernment, and to go deep. Again that saying about not getting stuck on the finger that points to the moon. Sometimes the medium is also the message but not always, sometimes it is that and much more. That saying about tips of icebergs.
I do not know why we are more attuned to some signals more than others. Why we are "programmed" a certain way, and thus why we are affected by one thing and not another. I put it down simply to what we are potentially meant to become, our role and purpose in the bigger scheme of things -- the change or difference we are capable of making for the world.
My signal, my mythology, is the fairy tale. And I don't mean just the Grimm kind but in all its many manifestations. And I came to a point when I was ashamed by it. That I tried to coat it in more respectable terms befitting my supposed maturity. I didn't know that I could evolve it along with myself, and keep on listening and learning from its language and maps and symbols.
Yet in the worst moments of my life, especially when I find myself having slid down into a pit of depression, the only thing that is able to pull me out is when I allow myself to listen to the fairy tale. But my mistake in the past two years has been to censure myself out of a conditioning that I should not still be believing in fairy tales. That to give in to that affinity was immature and irresponsible, not to mention delusional and foolish. At my age and stage in life I must be practical and sensible. I must be past that "phase" of daydreaming and fantasies.
Well, enough of that. I'm reviving my spirit roots and attuning myself into the frequency where I hear the voices that genuinely speak to me. And no more feeling ashamed about what thrills and delights me, about what inspires me, about what stokes the fires of my soul to a raging roar.