I try to imagine being so rooted. So grounded. Every walk, every drive I am constantly drawn to the beauty and dance of tree roots.  The old ones are surely deep within the earth. The younger ones reaching out. Millennial roots you might say. Even their bark is different in texture and color. What stories each one could tell. 

John Muir said to learn values from the roots of trees. I often place that whisper against the call for a rooted heart and spirit. And shall leave that ineffable feather here.