I thought of how careful I am to walk the edges of rocky hills and mountains. My mind ponders the dropping off and inability to be grounded. Looking up and beholding her grace and roots I discovered a new grounding. A grounding that yes is very exposed. A grounding that reaches in the air finding no support but continues to reach. A grounding that knows “something” is there and will welcome her roots and rooting. And then the whisper…would you, little one, be any different?