Not One Mango

I heard a beautiful story about a mango tree.

Fifteen years ago, a woman planted a mango seed in her backyard. Over the years she watched it grow into a towering, generous, provider of mangos.

She reflected that some years the tree didn't bear any fruit. Not one mango.

The tree was not affected by these times. Instead it just took and took from the soil, from the land, and kept growing.

Some years it shared more mangos than she could keep up with. Hundreds of them piled up in her back yard.

The tree surrendered to what was. It didn't fight it.

This was such a beautiful reminder to surrender to what is. To wherever you are in your life's cycle.

The pressures to produce, to provide, to perform can be thick.

Here's a seed of permission to put your oxygen mask on first before helping others. Because if you’re running an empty tank, no one wins.

When you focus on yourself and your needs, all boats rise. Everyone benefits. There’s abundant juice to go around.

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