rooted

Bear with me on this one, it’s a bit of a ‘chicken before the egg’ scenario.

…but it’s been on my mind.

You know the saying “put down roots”? Adapting to an acceptable environment where you build not only a home but a support system, family, community, etc. from said environment? While I do not think this untrue but, moreover, that your roots - your growth into your truth, your potential for purpose, community, etc. - should be a work in self-analysis. Regardless of location, rooting down in the form of introspection and from that a nurturing network will naturally grow. It’s harder to grow in some places than others, of course; resonance is also innate, but knowing the root of you will make the ‘not so easy’ places easier too.

This leads me to busyness. In order to self-analyze you’ve got to experience things, right? But what if in creating busyness we start to lose ourselves because now we’re just doing things to do things? In a culture that applauds constantly wanting more and being more, are you actually allowing yourself the time to grow when you’re doing what you’re doing? Organically, I mean, like you’re not forcing interest or half-listening. If so, or if not, is whatever you’re doing truly true to you?

How do you know?

ps - the photo for this post was taken at the South Coast Botanic Garden in The Banyan Grove. Not only do Moreton Bay Fig trees have enormous roots that fan out from the trunk of the tree, but also aerial roots drop down from their branches!