Roots generally represent where you come from. They are the strong anchor from which everything grows. They have to be firmly planted or their fruits will be blown away by the wind.
I think everyone wants to know where their roots come from. They want to feel a sense of connection to something bigger than what currently is…bigger than me.
Where did my ancestors come from?
What did they look like?
What have I inherited from them?
Would they be proud of me?
I think it’s very fitting that family histories are most often referred to as family trees.
Trees have roots. Trees start off being pretty small when they are planted. They take tens of years to grow…significantly. But, generations later, trees provide shelter, shade, and beauty to all those who gaze upon them.
If the roots are strong, you can always come back to where they start…and start over. For that, I am very grateful. Here’s to getting back to your roots…
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community.