Because the roots of trees lie underground they are too easily forgotten about.  We can become focused on the visible parts, the trunk, branches, leaves and fruits and forget that none of these would have emerged and formed where it not for the unacclaimed questing of the roots, drawing up nutrition and anchoring the tree against the persistent buffering power of the winds.

What are our metaphorical roots?  What role do they play in our lives?  How are we caring for them? What do we feed them?

Roots have rhythms.  They make slow sonorous sounds in the deep earth, for those who listen carefully.  They draw in water and nutrients.  They filter, they breathe, they push creatively through subsoil barriers down the rolling years with sensitivity and tenacity.

Are you searching for the roots and rhythms of your own life?  

Ian Bond