Alas we are in April now, in the swirl of Spring. With it, comes beautiful and electrifying rain and thunderstorms.
The other day I was driving along the back roads and noticed some big branches had fallen from a recent storm.
I called my mom to let her know to be careful. As I was on the phone with her, I mentioned that there was a tree I was just passing that looked like it was ready to fall down.
She casually mentioned that trees up north didn’t need to bring their roots deep into the ground because water supplies were readily available. Whereas in Mexico, where she was born and raised, the trees were in more dry environments which forced them to have deep roots to reach the water supply.
The metaphor whispered in my heart, and my heart answered.
It was yet another lesson for me to learn from nature, from my ancestors, from my mother.
I tend to be high up in the clouds, a dreamer in my own way, always envisioning possible outcomes. Sometimes it can make me feel more susceptible to others to sway me, or push me around, or influence me. My roots are shallow sometimes.
Looking back though at my growth, I am proud of how much more confident I have grown in myself and who I am. Not letting myself be pushed around as easily as I once was. I see how my roots have grown further into mother earth.
I know there is room for improvement, but as I continue to live and learn, I know that will come with time and awareness.
Cheers to our rising, cheers to our grounding, cheers to ourselves for living, learning, and growing.
Love,
Cindy