The trees are talking
by Ignacio
Trees are such a mythical character, they take place in so many epic stories as live actors, elements of guidance, wisdom, love, and beauty.
Trees as any plant, and even us, are connected, are beings who carry information, and even we do not understand, we are moved by similar “feelings”
Lately I haven’t been connected with them, but there was a time I was, a time I talked to them , and they protected me.
In the last years, things have been hectic. Beautiful, but a bit over complicated. And now is time to re-connect with them. Today, the trees are talking, talking about my 8 plus year adventure around the world, about my love pain, about my future, about the bad and good things I have done, and they are trying to guide me again.
I met a fabulous couple in an epic place in Europe, called bled. They work with trees, and since I met them, things have taken a shift in my life.
At first it was painful, and I blamed the wood they are working with, for what I was discovering, for the pain, for the information I was provided. But, I guess that's the easiest route every single time, to blame someone or something else.
I’m at a point of 180 degrees shift in my life. I lost everything I worked in the last 7 years, but got a few new opportunities that Im riding right now. And the trees are talking, and need to learn to hear them again.
Hard to listen to them, because, maybe, is also listening to ourselves. Is hard to listen, when we have so much noise around us, so much fear, and other sentiments that anguish us during our road.
I don't have any training in writing, so is hard for me to try to tell the story, and even a bit of wisdom that comes from my and others experience. And even worst, after so much failiour. But if you bare with me, Ill get to a place were I hope my story charms you, as its an epic adventure, around the world, being alone, falling in love, falling in general, and standing up again. Meeting lost family, brothers, mythological creatures, and new old enemies. Is a story about love, about meaning. Its my journey in search of beauty.
The trees are talking, and I hope we listen to them together though-out this quest.
by Ignacio
Trees are such a mythical character, they take place in so many epic stories as live actors, elements of guidance, wisdom, love, and beauty.
Trees as any plant, and even us, are connected, are beings who carry information, and even we do not understand, we are moved by similar “feelings”
Lately I haven’t been connected with them, but there was a time I was, a time I talked to them , and they protected me.
In the last years, things have been hectic. Beautiful, but a bit over complicated. And now is time to re-connect with them. Today, the trees are talking, talking about my 8 plus year adventure around the world, about my love pain, about my future, about the bad and good things I have done, and they are trying to guide me again.
I met a fabulous couple in an epic place in Europe, called bled. They work with trees, and since I met them, things have taken a shift in my life.
At first it was painful, and I blamed the wood they are working with, for what I was discovering, for the pain, for the information I was provided. But, I guess that's the easiest route every single time, to blame someone or something else.
I’m at a point of 180 degrees shift in my life. I lost everything I worked in the last 7 years, but got a few new opportunities that Im riding right now. And the trees are talking, and need to learn to hear them again.
Hard to listen to them, because, maybe, is also listening to ourselves. Is hard to listen, when we have so much noise around us, so much fear, and other sentiments that anguish us during our road.
I don't have any training in writing, so is hard for me to try to tell the story, and even a bit of wisdom that comes from my and others experience. And even worst, after so much failiour. But if you bare with me, Ill get to a place were I hope my story charms you, as its an epic adventure, around the world, being alone, falling in love, falling in general, and standing up again. Meeting lost family, brothers, mythological creatures, and new old enemies. Is a story about love, about meaning. Its my journey in search of beauty.
The trees are talking, and I hope we listen to them together though-out this quest.
First Chapter
First Chapter
The story starts for all of you, in a small restaurant bar in Venice, where I had dinner last night. The old lady that serves, is the nicest woman ever, relaxed, but tired for so much work, and standing everyday all day bringing the dishes to the tables.
Venice is such an epic place for a traveler, is an ancient gathering point for people from all over the world to trade and create stories. And today, my business parter told me the first foundations of venice are made out of wood, like the trees haven’t helped me enough, now they are pushing me to start to write this story.
Is a bit late, the owner of the restaurant just called me beautiful, and gave me a vip table in his restaurant, where im having some aperol cocktails. The radio is playing “Michael Bubble, I just haven’t met you yet”, like if they know the drama I just been through the last half year.
Let me cut it straight to you. Im a Chilean guy, always in search of meaning, since I can remember. Since a kid I didn't want to spend my life with an average story, and always felt compelled to build something that lasts, that contributes to the world, to the people. The issue has been, that such a big goal, comes with lots of inner pressure, pain, doubt, falls, insecurities, look in others like Im crazy, an outcast, but never been able to do things as everyone do regularly.
The first time I invested in the stock exchange I was 12 years old, after I got expelled from my country club for stealing a football from someone else’s locker. They blamed me for stealing other things I didn't, and that traumatized me so much, but is another day’s story. I started to go everyday to my mother’s office, my parents are real estate developers. And got involved buying and selling things from China.
Always dreamed with study Economy, but not such a carrier in Chile, I went to law school, where I fought with the system everytime I could, as I went to study not for having a title, or a paper that called me a lawyer, but I truly wanted to learn, to understand how the world really works, so I can play in it, and make a real change. So I went to study political science, marketing, political economy, and a few more things, while working in some small businesses I had put in place.
I was the complicated son of the family, no cousins, not even grandfathers, just a small family of 4. So was really hard to move on with my own life as I grew older, as we always were so close to each other. But, after a while at some point when I was 27, I decided to sell everything, leave my comfort zone and go out, experience and see the world. See other ways people see things, how others understand life, and realize how small we are, and full of ourselves we are, in the small bubbles we create in our group of friends, and small societies.
Today Im in Venice, and I just cut everything with a 6 year relationship with a woman I thought I knew like the palm of my hand. A person who I trusted with my life, but ended up being a very different concept than what me, and even my family thought.
I did harmed her, but she never delivered what she promised, and I always kept believing her stories, and trusting that she was going to become that person she told me she wanted to be. So I always kept giving all my life to her, all my system, all my energy, with the expectation that one day she would become that great woman she wanted to be.
The pain was real, but today I found she had 4 other guys, beside me. And that made me free a bit of the anguish of not having her near me everyday, and understand I cant do more. Even though the last few months I have been in Europe, I have been here trying to get our relationship back in track, I even proposed to her 3 times, and the 3 tmes she said yes, and then she went with someone else. This is another story for another day.
The funny of all is the serendipity behind it. Its been one drama after the other, one problem after the other, that at the moment I was not able to see, but only misery, I was not able to understand, stupid things, getting my cell phone stolen with all our photos of a year not backed up properly, a couple of weeks later my computer, with all my work; felt and cracked my shoulder and knee, lost my flight, they didn't let me board a second one, as was bought with a friend’s credit card, the car I bought got robbed, I even passed out one day after spitting blood; but, without that sequence of events, I would’ve never found out about all the lies my relationship was built in, and I would still believe its worth, or even able to be saved or fixed.
I love how Japanese believe they can fix everything, and they practice it through something they call Kintsugi (the art form of which an object breaks and is repaired with gold or another precious metal, because of the acknowledgement of the importance of the object’s history), the repairs are visible and become beautiful elements in the “new” piece.
I thought, and believe that I can apply some of this ancient technique art form, in my relationship, and make it stronger, but the difference is a relationship is a two way street. And, there is much more than only what I can emend. I thought that flying to Chile to meet my mother and ask her for our family ring could help as well, as is an even stronger commitment, that the whole family supports, is a golden diamond ring that has been for four generations in my family, and I felt all my ancestors supporting my decision, my new life with this woman.
I spent months just writing letters to her, she spent many nights with me, illusioning me that everything will be ok, while she was talking to others she was single, I spent my last dollar in this months showcasing her she is everything to me, and she received all of me continue playing alone. Is impressive how blind we can be when love hits us.
I gave everything, and I would’ve continue giving it all, if the trees would have not showed me the truth, I would have continued giving everything, if the trees would’ve not planned that sequence of missinfortunate events that lead me today to Venice.
Today Im in Venice, and the trees are talking, they are telling me things, they are whispering under the water, they want me to see the big picture.
Today Im in Venice, and Im contemplating this beautiful old wooden restaurant, and how many people have set in my chair with their own dramas and achievements.
Today Im in Venice, and as many other traveler have come before me, I need to continue moving on, as the quest for beauty continues.
The trees are talking, and I’m starting to listen again.
The story starts for all of you, in a small restaurant bar in Venice, where I had dinner last night. The old lady that serves, is the nicest woman ever, relaxed, but tired for so much work, and standing everyday all day bringing the dishes to the tables.
Venice is such an epic place for a traveler, is an ancient gathering point for people from all over the world to trade and create stories. And today, my business parter told me the first foundations of venice are made out of wood, like the trees haven’t helped me enough, now they are pushing me to start to write this story.
Is a bit late, the owner of the restaurant just called me beautiful, and gave me a vip table in his restaurant, where im having some aperol cocktails. The radio is playing “Michael Bubble, I just haven’t met you yet”, like if they know the drama I just been through the last half year.
Let me cut it straight to you. Im a Chilean guy, always in search of meaning, since I can remember. Since a kid I didn't want to spend my life with an average story, and always felt compelled to build something that lasts, that contributes to the world, to the people. The issue has been, that such a big goal, comes with lots of inner pressure, pain, doubt, falls, insecurities, look in others like Im crazy, an outcast, but never been able to do things as everyone do regularly.
The first time I invested in the stock exchange I was 12 years old, after I got expelled from my country club for stealing a football from someone else’s locker. They blamed me for stealing other things I didn't, and that traumatized me so much, but is another day’s story. I started to go everyday to my mother’s office, my parents are real estate developers. And got involved buying and selling things from China.
Always dreamed with study Economy, but not such a carrier in Chile, I went to law school, where I fought with the system everytime I could, as I went to study not for having a title, or a paper that called me a lawyer, but I truly wanted to learn, to understand how the world really works, so I can play in it, and make a real change. So I went to study political science, marketing, political economy, and a few more things, while working in some small businesses I had put in place.
I was the complicated son of the family, no cousins, not even grandfathers, just a small family of 4. So was really hard to move on with my own life as I grew older, as we always were so close to each other. But, after a while at some point when I was 27, I decided to sell everything, leave my comfort zone and go out, experience and see the world. See other ways people see things, how others understand life, and realize how small we are, and full of ourselves we are, in the small bubbles we create in our group of friends, and small societies.
Today Im in Venice, and I just cut everything with a 6 year relationship with a woman I thought I knew like the palm of my hand. A person who I trusted with my life, but ended up being a very different concept than what me, and even my family thought.
I did harmed her, but she never delivered what she promised, and I always kept believing her stories, and trusting that she was going to become that person she told me she wanted to be. So I always kept giving all my life to her, all my system, all my energy, with the expectation that one day she would become that great woman she wanted to be.
The pain was real, but today I found she had 4 other guys, beside me. And that made me free a bit of the anguish of not having her near me everyday, and understand I cant do more. Even though the last few months I have been in Europe, I have been here trying to get our relationship back in track, I even proposed to her 3 times, and the 3 tmes she said yes, and then she went with someone else. This is another story for another day.
The funny of all is the serendipity behind it. Its been one drama after the other, one problem after the other, that at the moment I was not able to see, but only misery, I was not able to understand, stupid things, getting my cell phone stolen with all our photos of a year not backed up properly, a couple of weeks later my computer, with all my work; felt and cracked my shoulder and knee, lost my flight, they didn't let me board a second one, as was bought with a friend’s credit card, the car I bought got robbed, I even passed out one day after spitting blood; but, without that sequence of events, I would’ve never found out about all the lies my relationship was built in, and I would still believe its worth, or even able to be saved or fixed.
I love how Japanese believe they can fix everything, and they practice it through something they call Kintsugi (the art form of which an object breaks and is repaired with gold or another precious metal, because of the acknowledgement of the importance of the object’s history), the repairs are visible and become beautiful elements in the “new” piece.
I thought, and believe that I can apply some of this ancient technique art form, in my relationship, and make it stronger, but the difference is a relationship is a two way street. And, there is much more than only what I can emend. I thought that flying to Chile to meet my mother and ask her for our family ring could help as well, as is an even stronger commitment, that the whole family supports, is a golden diamond ring that has been for four generations in my family, and I felt all my ancestors supporting my decision, my new life with this woman.
I spent months just writing letters to her, she spent many nights with me, illusioning me that everything will be ok, while she was talking to others she was single, I spent my last dollar in this months showcasing her she is everything to me, and she received all of me continue playing alone. Is impressive how blind we can be when love hits us.
I gave everything, and I would’ve continue giving it all, if the trees would have not showed me the truth, I would have continued giving everything, if the trees would’ve not planned that sequence of missinfortunate events that lead me today to Venice.
Today Im in Venice, and the trees are talking, they are telling me things, they are whispering under the water, they want me to see the big picture.
Today Im in Venice, and Im contemplating this beautiful old wooden restaurant, and how many people have set in my chair with their own dramas and achievements.
Today Im in Venice, and as many other traveler have come before me, I need to continue moving on, as the quest for beauty continues.
The trees are talking, and I’m starting to listen again.
Chapter 2
Third Chapter
I have written so much about letting go, and every single time is the hardest thing to do. I worked on letting things go within myself for years, letting go my family friends, material things, things I was attached with, and thought I was on top of it. But, no. 5 years later, I have been put to the test, and is not as easy to let go.
That was the first purpose of my journey, but I guess things don't happen as we want or plan. So is hard to find stability, and love when we give that sentiment to something outside of ourselves. So letting go then is harder, as we are letting go something a lot bigger than just a person or a thing or a place, we are letting go a feeling, an element that instrinsicaly belong to us.
In this cases, when we attach stability and love, even when we justify love for ourselves through someone or something else, we get even more shocked when moving on, as we end up with an empty inside of us, we end up missing an essential thing of who we are.
I read a book by Evone Shenard, the founder of Patagonia, and he say that a real adventure starts when we face problems that take us out of our planed journey.
I have written so much about letting go, and every single time is the hardest thing to do. I worked on letting things go within myself for years, letting go my family friends, material things, things I was attached with, and thought I was on top of it. But, no. 5 years later, I have been put to the test, and is not as easy to let go.
That was the first purpose of my journey, but I guess things don't happen as we want or plan. So is hard to find stability, and love when we give that sentiment to something outside of ourselves. So letting go then is harder, as we are letting go something a lot bigger than just a person or a thing or a place, we are letting go a feeling, an element that instrinsicaly belong to us.
In this cases, when we attach stability and love, even when we justify love for ourselves through someone or something else, we get even more shocked when moving on, as we end up with an empty inside of us, we end up missing an essential thing of who we are.
I read a book by Evone Shenard, the founder of Patagonia, and he say that a real adventure starts when we face problems that take us out of our planed journey.
