sometimes i get lost, looking up into the heights of the branches cresting the trees above me. i long to be up there. amongst the clouds. the birds. and i have to remember that those branches cannot sail so high in the winds without first sending sturdy roots deep into the soil beneath my feet.
today i am tending to my roots. feeding my soul. needle chanting foundations. sorting fragments. but still keeping an eye to the branches of tomorrow.
namaste'
That's a good metaphor, especially easy for a gardener to remember it is so easy to get overwhelmed by all sorts of plans, it's reassuring somehow to concentrate on some small tasks that are important in the larger picture
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