An entanglement of roots minding not time and erosion nor the belief that roots grow only deep down into the earth. Roots grow where the tree needs. Roots grow around rocks. They do not crack open and force their way through. Roots extend to find the softness of the earth and moisture. And sometimes, they even wrap themselves around the tree’s base as if to embrace and say “worry not, I am here.”

To know the same spark of creativity that moves within these roots moves within me. Unlike these roots, I try to crash through rocks. I forget to encourage and gently hold myself. I grab the first bit of earth and hold on tight not allowing the roots to extend, stretch, and find the leverage and nourishment. I forget the gentle strength of my roots and their nurturing wonder that never gives up. I stood with my hand caressing the woven tapestry of roots and then the whisper, “To see the dance little one and trust the balance and strength.”