Deep Roots

When I was in mid-Oregon recently, in the high desert, I discovered some of the plants there have such deep roots. When it goes over a hundred days without rain and is above 100F degrees, that makes sense. I was weeding an area there at my daughter’s family’s home when I decided to take out this ragweed type plant, that was covering a gorgeous volcanic rock. I tried to pull it up with my hands. Yeah, right! So I went and got a shovel. I dug and dug, all around it. Five minutes later, I got it out. The root turned out to be over a foot and a half long, very thick at the top.

Then I noticed all the sagebrush blown everywhere. No way was the wind going to get this ragweed up either.

What does uproot us?

Family. Jobs. Tragedies. Marriage. Children. Military service. Divorce. College. Illness. Escape. Discontent. Dreams. Religion. Weather. Restlessness. Lifestyle.
Seeking meaning?

What has uprooted you?

How many times?

How far? A few miles? Another state? Another continent?

Fascinating as we review our choices, isn’t it? When and where were we rooted deeply, then again, when and where were our roots slim and ready for transplanting? For me, there were times I did not understand what was going on around me, why people were doing what they were doing. Which way the winds were blowing.

Right now, I am firmly rooted, yet not deeply. Where will I be in five years? I don’t know. Yet I don’t lose any sleep over it. Learning to sense when my roots are deeply implanted and when they are not has helped me a great deal in the last few years. When to let go and move on has taken me a long time to understand and then give myself permission to do so.

My, oh my.

Thanks for reading. Merci beaucoup. Let me know about your roots~

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