I was doing these standing yoga postures, ones that require you to stretch your arms up toward the ceiling while standing on your toes, and I kept falling over. It’s a simple exercise and I kept on falling over. Curious, I thought. And then it came to me – it’s all about roots and balance.
For some of us, roots are found in a place. A piece of land, a home perhaps. For others, roots are found in people. Roots mean belonging. For me, roots are wherever I go and wherever I am, because roots are not about attachment. Roots about being grounded, solid, firm. Roots are about a sense of self, about identity.
What do roots mean to you?