Layer peels away, holding the imprint of your life. It twists until it shapes and forms a roll that takes itself away. Your outer layer removed, reveals, and inside you see the source of the imprint. You see the life you’ve had, your experiences like photos on a board. All of those moments down to just photos on a board, lines on bark, and to your surprise those lines are embedded amongst a universe of stars and galaxies. You are the very fabric of creation, the moss, the lichen, the bark.
Your roots reach into the dust of another’s life that once was long before you, the connection deep and lasting. Your lines to be dust for another life yet to come.
Light filtering, in a forest mostly dark and deep yet it finds a way, awakening the forest floor and a few ferns healthy and fortunate enough to root atop a rock, claiming their own kingdom.
Sometimes we have to own our own kingdom. We have to dive down deep into a rock or the most unkind place without soil, without warmth, and reach up through it all to overcome, so that the light can hit us.
Sometimes we have to have shallow roots and lightly dusted snow to refresh our memory of spring and the warmer days to follow. Our roots shallow so that we can survive knowing that it is all temporary any way.
But I want deep roots, entangled and nurtured by my fellow green nation friends. I want to be held and supported. I want to be strong for others. I want to be a part of a network, not just a tribe but a kingdom.