Roots and Fruits
I have been composing a song in my soul for months, maybe years, now, and still do not have the words to sing it, but this is my attempt at a hum of the tune. I find myself moving through the seasons--I worked tirelessly for a job I wanted to end because I greatly hungered for passions in a new field. Then I worked tirelessly to mold my body into a shape more pleasing to me after years of carrying and feeding people in my womb, stretching me into someone unrecognizable. Then I hit a wall, at 100mph, like I'm sure we all did, and everything stopped. And in the stopping, I faced new stretching, new molding, but this was not by my design. The stretching came from my roots. Deep below the earth, my spirit was grasping in the dark, squeezing itself through new discoveries, lost truths, and a reality I could not yet understand, but was trying to wrap my mouth around as quickly as possible, so that I may gobble it up and continue breathing the air above ground. My roots were cultivated t...
