Roots and Sprouts

Slow down. Sink in. Find a flower or a leaf or a cactus or a tree that calls to you. Sit next to it or beneath it. Consider its beauty and what, exactly, drew you to it.

That, my friend, is a mirror of you.
That beauty is in you, too.

Consider its roots, those tendrils that connect the above-ground portion of life to the world below. The world that is fertile with decaying plants and bugs and scat and fungus. The world that is fertile with death.

Feel the part of you that is in contact with the earth and imagine the roots that extend from you into the subterranean mystery. As you breathe in, breathe in the power of the earth. Breathe in the zillions of invisible life forms constantly transforming what no longer lives into soil that supports life. Breathe in the energy and potential contained in all the seeds still resting beneath the surface.

Let that energy stir the seeds waiting to burst inside of you. Feel the tender sproutlings emerge from your center. Feel all the hardships you have been through become the nutrients your fresh blooms need to thrive.

You are beautiful.
You are earth.