Roots

When I first learned that I was soon to be moving back to Michigan this past February, I stumbled upon these words which spoke deeply to me:

She's unravelling the story in her roots.

She's been journeying in the deep for a while now. Currently, she's tracing her history with the lands that have held her. That piece of land where she was born, the land where her ancestors came from, the land where she first bled, the land where she fell in love, the land where her heart was broken, or where her children were born. She's discovering how the story of the land is deeply woven with the story of her life. Cities, towns, villages, forests ~ so many places where her story is deeply planted. Sometimes the story of the land is not different from hers. They share the same pain body.

As she traces her connection back into the earth, it's not been easy. There are so many painful tales buried in these grounds. There are many denials of who she is. Incomplete loops. She's meeting her underground roots for the first time, spread in so many places. As she re-enters the relationship with her underground, she's understanding what it is that is holding her, anchoring her. She's taking her time to gather all her history back. She's kissing the roots of her tree. 

~ Sukhvinder Sircar

This passage inspires in me to dig deep into my soul depths. To retrieve the lost parts of myself, covered up by time and complicity. There is an intertwining between myself and the land and it is my hope that as I discover one, I will discover the other.