The oak tree factory
I am the guardian of a hundred year old oak. Or rather, the oak is my guardian. It stands on the hillside next to our family home in the Weser Uplands, the land of fairy tale characters like Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel. Truth be told, I never really noticed the oak. I was always too busy with work, or when I wasn’t working with being stressed about the work I hadn’t yet done. Until one late afternoon in the Summertime.
On that fateful day the time fell out of joint. In the aftermath of the event I learned that crisis is an opportunity for change. The question that presented itself was, are you going to take this opportunity? Are you going to continue on the old route, guided by the expectations of others, or are you going to find your own path? It was then that I saw the oak for the first time. It told me there was a world waiting to be discovered.
That very moment I decided to build a factory around the oak tree. Nothing but a simple workshop where I could heal my wounds beneath the leaves (just like the squirrel in Doctor Dolittle), take photographs under the oak tree, write stories on the tree swing, make drawings from the tail, practice philosophy in the tree hut, meditate barefoot down by the river and inspire others between the dandelions. Wu wei.