Don’t deny your past; it’s where you grew from, it’s where your roots are still planted.
It seems to me as though, for the first part of our human existence, we are in the soil of our lives planted like a seed. We are in the dark, in the drought, the floods, the heat, and the cold, largely unaware.
We struggle to reach the light and beyond the darkness. We exert ourselves to get to the weightlessness of no dirt, no mud, and no pressure around us or upon us. We endure the elements as we desperately try to make it through to the surface, to emerge.
Once we are through, we are in awe of the grandness of the space and the possibilities. We rejoice. We dream. We plan for a bright, struggle-less, weightless future.
We Are Out Now!
We’ve made it out and we believe everything is going to be better from now on.
The pressure is off.
The darkness has cleared.
We Are FREE!
Naïve and unprepared for what’s next - the twists and storms of life ahead - we are dismayed as we now must encounter the elements in entirely new ways.
We get scorched, drenched, and dried again.
The winds of life blow so hard we can barely hold on. And just as we are faced with having to let go, as we stare the end in the face, ready to release the grasp, reprieve arrives in the last possible moment.
In disbelief, numb and tired, we notice we are safe. Somehow, all is well again. And, again, we get to bask in the comfort of uneventful sunny days, graced with warm breeze and joy and ease and calm.
We look ahead to the horizon with hope and dreams and plans.
Then, all of a sudden, without warning, the wind picks up; it’s unrelenting and fierce! We must hold on.
We must keep our young, vulnerable roots in the soil because we know if we don’t, they will wither away; we will die!
So, we twist in the wind, resisting it so that we remain planted and benting to it just enough so it doesn’t break us, so we don’t snap. It would be such a shame after all we’ve been through, trying so desperately and with such devotion to get above the ground.
And then, drought comes again. Only now, we are more exposed to it. We’re not hidden as before, no shade yet either. We are still weak and vulnerable to the elements, and to the twists and storms of life.
Sometimes a cloud is a blessing, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes the rain is welcomed, sometimes we almost drown.
Those who are lucky enough to make it, strong enough to take it, those who had it the hardest coming through to the surface might just be resilient enough, prepared, willing, and desperate to survive enough will grow into a giant, majestic tree. And because of all those elements, and because we learned to resist the the wind and surrender to it enough, we will remain flexible and not be broken.
And we will keep growing and expanding those roots and branches far beyond the shallow.
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In early Spring of 2011, as I sat with my journal at a family cabin, I felt the seed of my creative writing come through from beneath the surface. As I picked up my pen to begin my first journal entry, I felt a feeling of profound peace and indescribable comfort. All was well. I felt I was Home - finally!