I was thinking today about roots. How we admire the growth and blossoming and external display of things. But rarely praise the roots, which make all of this above ground beauty possible.
Roots are quiet, not flashy. Yet so deserving of honoring.
I began to think of all the things that are roots for me. Daily meditation, solo time in nature, quiet reflection and writing. Among other things.
I remember a time when I didn’t have these, and how challenging life was then.
Pausing here to give thanks for all the quiet and simple ways I find grounding and nourishment.