Photo: Tree roots leave their mark on the paved pathway of Bear Creek Park.I was at a standstill. "Are you lost?" asked a woman with a small white dog on a leash.
"No," I said, "I'm just thinking about these roots, how powerful they are." I looked down at the paved path which the roots have lifted again.
"Oh yes," she said. "They have to repave the path every two years."
"Really?" I asked, thinking that means they'll do it this year again.
I was thinking about about rootedness itself. How strong solid roots make us, and how we can dance, bend and sway in the wind when we are deeply rooted in love for family, friends, spirit and earth.
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