No Big Deal





CaGara, the larch tree, was in trouble. Even though she had to admit that it wasn’t the first time this had happened to her, tonight it looked worse than usual. ‘I must have leaned back too far,’ she thought, as she felt herself slowly sliding down the slope.

The stars were still there, behind the clouds. Glimpses of sparkly dots had been visible whenever high winds blew open the foggy white curtains. CaGara had not been in a hurry to see them appear, she never was. It was what she did, all night, every night with great patience. CaGara was on a mission.

Now her star gazing would have to wait, though, because at the moment she had a problem that needed a solution, and quickly. Under no circumstances could she afford to be seen like this when the other larches woke up in the morning. Her reputation was bad enough already, if any other unusual behaviour became public knowledge she would risk being an outcast.

While she was still wracking her brain, she suddenly became aware of another larch just a little bit further downhill. She had never really seen it properly before, even though she was sure it must have been there all the time. There was something strange about it somehow, but she couldn’t quite figure out what that was.

Oh no, she’d forgotten herself and had started staring again. One of these days that habit was going to get her into serious trouble.

‘Hi,’ she called over quickly, in order not to add rudeness to her apparent lack of manners.

‘Hi,’ came the answer. ‘I’m Sorch. You must be CaGara…’

Yep, she thought, rebellious, notorious CaGara, that’s me.

He pointed to her lower branches. ‘This looks tricky…’ What had been added almost as an afterthought sounded sincere. CaGara decided she could be open about her predicament.

‘Yeah…’ she sighed. ‘In a wee bit of trouble here…’

‘I am not sure I’ll be able to reach, but I’ll try…’ he offered. ‘I take it, we’re under a tiny bit of time pressure?’

‘Mhm, rather. Not really keen on facing up to questions about the causes of the interesting position I have managed to get myself into.’

‘I see. Do you want me to stretch you a branch?’ Even if necessity had not forbidden pride, CaGara would have accepted this clearly genuine offer.

‘That would be very kind,’ she said. Then she noticed the sparkles. ‘Hey,’ she said. ‘They’re nice!’


‘Those shiny bits.’

‘Oh these… The kids from the town put those up a couple of weeks ago. Do you like this kind of stuff?’

CaGara nodded distractedly. Sorch had pointed to some tinsel, probably leftover from the last party that stuck to some of his branches. Could it be that he didn’t know about the little lights that were sitting on the points of his needles? Or were they so normal to him that he didn’t think about them any more?

‘Right,’ said Sorch. ‘All you need to do now is find your best stance …’

‘Hm,’ said CaGara. ‘…and can you tell me how to do that without sliding further?’

Sorch smiled. ‘Trust…?’ Was she just imagining that, or was there a tiny bit of sarcasm in his words?

‘Trust,’ she grumbled. ‘My favourite word.’

But then she concentrated, trying to recall that initial feeling of lightness. It had a smooth, gentle quality to it. Shouldn’t be too difficult to let go into that again, she thought.

Sorch rustled his leaves. There was the tiniest of sounds, as if the grass was sighing, if that was possible at all. Almost effortlessly, CaGara felt herself glide upwards, and suddenly she was back on steady ground. Now that was perplexing… He had not even touched her…!

‘How …?’ she began, waving her branches in surprise but then thought better of it and stopped. It was good to be standing upright again, in a proper, inconspicuous position. The lights around him were still visible. On second thought, they were more like waves of brightness. This was definitely in need of closer inspection, she decided.

Thankfully enough, none of the other trees had noticed how awkwardly the day had started for CaGara, which was a big relief because it made the rest of it uneventful in a very welcome sort of way. Left to her own devices she was able to give her full attention to mulling over the morning’s events. Not that she got very far, though, it had to be said.


After what seemed a whole eternity, the sun disappeared behind the hills in the west, and CaGara got ready to start her nightly routine again, when suddenly she heard a soft voice almost immediately next to her.

‘So what is this strange habit you pursue every night, once everybody else’s leaves are resting?’

CaGara nearly slipped again. ‘What on earth are you doing here?’ She turned slightly but when she saw him she rephrased her question: ‘How on earth did you get here?’’ He was standing right next to her!

‘I thought I’d come and have a look at what it is that you find so important to forego the company of all your mates and your place in their carefully regulated, erm, classless society for,’ he chuckled. ‘What I have seen so far has already made it worth watching… Are you by chance studying to be an astronomer?’ It wasn’t meant as an insult. Nevertheless, CaGara hesitated with her answer.

‘Well, are you going to own up?’ he persisted. IMG_4442

‘To what?’

‘To whatever it is you are doing here…’

‘Well,’ CaGara said, ‘it’s quite simple really…’


‘Well… someone once said to me, you can have roots and wings…’


‘And that’s why I am trying to …’


‘…dance.’ There. It was out.


‘That’s right. Dance.’

Sorch pondered. Then he said quietly, ‘And how are you going to do that, given the fact that your roots are stuck in the ground?’

‘Well…’ CaGara hesitated. ‘The trick is to look at the stars long enough… and then… it just kind of… happens…’ It sounded miserably weak and crazy on top of it, she knew. But Sorch didn’t even flick a tip.

‘Just like that?’ he asked.

‘Um, yeah…’

‘Hm.’ Sorch sounded sceptical. ‘But how do you know?’

‘Because… because I’ve done it… once… Long ago though….’

‘And are you sure you weren’t dreaming?’’

CaGara didn’t answer. She’d gone very quiet at the suggestion and her face had taken on a troubled expression.

‘Well,’ said Sorch thoughtfully, ‘that doesn’t mean it can’t be true. Some dreams are more real than reality…’ CaGara looked up. This wasn’t regular Larch speak, and she began to wonder whether he knew more than that.

‘Some dreams,’ she said carefully, ‘will never be able to measure up to the beauty that is Reality.’ Then something occurred to her. ‘Speaking of which,’ she added, a flicker of triumph gleaming in her eyes. ‘How did you say you got over here again?’

‘Ah,’ replied Sorch. ‘You have a point.’

‘Yes, and the point was a real question… Your turn to own up!’

‘Oh. Right,’ Sorch curled his top branches until they looked like little hoops. It looked as if he was trying to give added weight to his words. ‘The thing is… I have found that I can go wherever I feel moved to go…’

CaGara thought about that for a moment. Then she said, ‘It’s really rather close to what I have been saying, isn’t it?’

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well, it’s that thing about having roots and wings. Your spirit is free and not tied to a location. Once you completely realise that freedom, you can do anything at all.’

‘Do you really think so?’

‘I do.’

‘And what about your roots – do they think so, too?’ Ah, that was a bit of a problem.

‘I’m afraid, they haven’t quite caught up yet…’

‘Right…,’ said Sorch.

They stood silent for a moment. It was a good kind of silence though, CaGara thought, it felt mild somehow, like the breezes in spring; she didn’t feel the need to break it. Darkness had come in the meantime, but there was a gentle light shining, and she wondered for a moment how it could already be full moon again. She turned a little to find it in the sky, but it wasn’t there. Instead she realised that the glow was centred around Sorch.

‘What’s that light?’ she asked before she could stop herself.

‘What light?’ asked Sorch. ‘Oh that!’ he twirled his leaves a little and added lightly, ‘They’re fire flies! They show up every night now, and these days more of them than ever before.’

‘Fire flies.’ CaGara squinted at him, quizzically.

‘That’s right,’ nodded Sorch with only the slightest waver.

‘Ah,’ said CaGara, thinking, you can tell that to your grandlarch if you want, because I’m not buying it. ‘Okay,’ she said then. ‘I’ll do you a deal. You admit that these are not fire flies and I’ll admit that I can dance…’ Sorch looked across with a somewhat embarrassed glance and decided to give up. ‘How can you tell?’ he asked.

‘I don’t know. I just can. Looking behind appearances, I suppose.’

‘Ah.’ Neither of them spoke for quite a while after that.

It seemed to CaGara that a long time had passed before she saw the sky again. It had changed completely. Mesmerised by the sight, she didn’t grasp at first what the difference was from other nights. The stars were shining down, displaying quiet certainty of their existence and their place in the Great Order of Things.

Tonight, she realised, she was seeing it all looking up through Sorch’s leaves… and they seemed to be lit up at the edges, every single line, every detail chiselled to perfection as they stood out before the night sky. Then suddenly the leaves disappeared; he was gone, or rather, he had become so much part of the sky and the stars that she couldn’t tell any more which was which. Forgetting all about herself and her roots, she found herself swaying, a little at first, then more and more. Finally, she lost her balance, slipped and fell.

CaGara wasn’t sure whether Sorch had noticed until she saw his smile. Not only had he seen her, he had also understood why it had happened. Somehow though, that didn’t seem to matter at all. It just wasn’t a big deal.

‘I slipped,’ she said casually, and laughed.

‘I know,’ he replied. ‘Are you all right?’

‘Yes,’ she said, meaning it. Then she laughed again. ‘These things happen, don’t they…’

‘That’s right,’ Sorch said, winking. ‘ These things happen…’ Then, with a little see-you-later wave he went to root back at his own patch.

CaGara smiled. As she looked up for just one more quick glimpse at the star-shimmering night, her spirit unexpectedly left the ties of the ground behind. She heard, or rather sensed, the meandering notes of music, purple and indigo, made from velvet-textured light, playing around her as the heaviness of the material world fell away. That was when, at last, she began to soar.

A short way further down, Sorch stood watching quietly, the ends of his branches curled into neat little hoops. The lights around his leaves were tiny as before, but there were millions of them now, all shining soft and gentle like star light.

‘Separation truly is illusion,’ he thought.

Further up in her own little patch, CaGara felt his thoughts and hers light up together, shining out from the tips of her branches, smiling, knowing that he, too, knew.




©Anita Camera2006


About Anita Camera

I am a healer, reiki master and intuitive. My passion is to help people and animals feel better! If you wish to book an appointment for a distant or face to face treatment for yourself or your pet please go to FB unicorncodes I look forward to connecting with you! Anita
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