roots of gratitude

Credit: Rhonda Bobinski

In keeping with the season, I share a writing done during a young girls’ class. It seems fitting to acknowledge the one thing that feeds me, this and every time of year; and it is not turkey!!!  May your own roots bless and hold you.

My root is my family.
Long-lived connections to home
keep me stable, support and encourage me
even as I feed its branches through my children.

Long-lived connections to home
to make healthy choices and do the right thing
even as I feed its branches through my children.
I try to take care of them when they need it,

to make healthy choices and do the right thing —
each in a unique direction, giving shape to their dreams.
I try to take care of them when they need it,
imagining roots of a completely different nature.

Each in a unique direction, giving shape to their dreams
keeps me stable, supports and encourages me
imagining roots of a completely different nature.
My root is my family.

swb

5 thoughts on “roots of gratitude

  1. This is such an inspired post…I can feel the love and compassion just radiating from this work. So powerful…you’re all so blessed to have each other and it so beautiful, the metaphor and that they hold you so rooted. Beautiful.

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